Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Graduation And Bad Hair Day (3rd in a series)
I hopped out of my hotel bed and hit the shower with a smile, which soon left me after I realized I forgot my hair products aimed to keep my hair under control, especially in a wet climate. I've got naturally curly hair, and not having some kind of product to control the curl leads to some seriously wild frizz. Picture a witch just landing from a crazy ride on her broom and you've got a pretty good idea of what my hair looks like with no control. I didn't have time to go buy any mousse or anything, so had to accept the idea that I was going to show up for my daughter's graduation looking like something the wind just blew in from the woods, most especially out of place in such an orderly, pristine environment as the military. I hoped my daughter missed and loved me enough she wouldn't mind her mother showing up looking like a wild woman. You never know with young peoples what will embarrass them. Although sometimes I've found it fun to give her a little poke in public, this was not one of those times.
When I was as ready as I was gonna be, still fretting over the frizz, I finally met up with my son-in-law, Jody. He reassured me my daughter wouldn't mind my hair, which kinda validated that it was as scary as I was thinking. So I bucked up, and did my best to live with it.
I found out later there were almost 1000 graduates in this ceremony, which is held almost weekly, just not usually as big as this one. We got through the gate, parked, and headed in. The excitement in the air was palpable. Jody wore his western finery again, and just as we entered the door to the auditorium he was singled out by a guard, and asked to step aside so he could be searched. He was taken into a room off to the side where a female officer asked him to dress down to basics, just like they do with airport security. Apparently, the Navy doesn't mind bad hair days as much as they do cowboy bling. I couldn't help it, I laughed...poor guy. He couldn't seem to get away from security checks. Once again, he vowed to dress differently on our flight home so he wouldn't have to go through all this again.
Looking at the picture to the left brings tears to my eyes all over again. I missed her so much, and to see her standing there, that big smile on her beautiful face undid me. She motioned us to follow her to the stairwell, and I had enough of my mind left to get my camera ready so I could snap this picture when she turned to face her husband and they both fell into each others arms. Seriously, I'm sitting here crying, lol. It's all so fresh!
My daughter told us we couldn't go with her to the barracks, so we waited for her in the parking garage. She brought back gifts for us; pictures, a T-shirt for Jody, and hoodie for me with her Division's logo painted on it. Fun! We all hopped in the car while my daughter told us she had some things to do before going back to the hotel room. First on her list was to stop at the store for candy. She was in sugar withdrawal in a bad way, she said, not having had any candy for 2 months. She bought her candy of choice, Laffy Taffy, and she bought some Starburst Jelly Beans, knowing I love jelly beans. I'd never had Starburst's version of them, and let me tell you, if you like jelly beans, and haven't tried them...wow!
My baby was back with us, and being in her shining orbit once again was a soothing balm to my spirit. I couldn't take my eyes off her as we rode in the car en route to do her bidding. Seven hours just didn't seem enough, so I slowed down time, and spent the next 7 hours with her right there in every moment.
(Next post: Day With My Girl)