My aunt called me yesterday. She knew it was the sixth anniversary of my mother’s death and she wanted to know how I was doing. I told her that while I still think of my mother every day, my grief over her death is gradually being replaced with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her presence and influence in my life.
My aunt told me she was looking forward to attending her granddaughter’s university graduation this coming week. That reminded me of my own university graduation. After high school, I attended college for two years and then completed another year of studies to receive an education certificate so I could start teaching in 1974. But I still needed seven more courses to get my Bachelor of Arts degree.
I took all those classes by correspondence, or during summer school sessions or by enrolling in evening courses. While I did that I was teaching full time and also parenting my young son. I finally finished my last course in 1980 and was eligible to take part in commencement exercises at the University of Manitoba to receive my degree. I decided it would be too much trouble to attend.
But my mother insisted I go. “You’ve worked so hard for that degree MaryLou. You need to celebrate it. I’m going with you and you are going to walk across that stage and get your diploma.” And so that’s exactly what I did. I’ve kept this photo my Mom took of me that day. She was so proud of me. My Mom was my number one cheerleader. I am so grateful for her endless support, her pride in my accomplishments and her constant affirmation.