I received an email from Josh.
After opening it up, the first thing that caught my eye was that Dick received a copy too. Before I delved into the contents of the correspondence, I was suddenly struck by the miracle of modern technology.
It was absolutely mind-boggling to think that a child could communicate with his mom and dad simultaneously without actually conversing with each one, and on top of that, both parents would be aware that the other was included in the discussion. The three of us could chat without ever having to look each other in the eye, be in the same room or respond when addressed.
How remarkable was that?
Okay, I totally digressed here. I realize that this wasn’t something most people would contemplate upon receiving a letter from their child.
However, being in the middle of a nasty divorce, I definitely was impressed by the significance, irony and beauty of this.
So, getting back to the email, Josh informed us that his graduation weekend was swiftly approaching. He took the liberty of making reservations for the four of us at several restaurants; one for Friday night, (the evening before graduation) another for lunch following the commencement ceremonies on Saturday morning and the third for dinner on Saturday night.
He made it clear that he wanted our family to all be together for this major milestone in his life.
Since he had to leave a deposit at all of the establishments, he needed both of us to let him know as soon as possible if these plans would work for us. If not, he would have to make adjustments right away. After all, his money was as stake here.
Josh didn’t want to be on the losing end of anything else in his life, especially cash.
Did I mention that he was majoring in Finance and Operations…and that he was in the Honors program at the Business School?
Immediately I responded to Josh that he could count Ashley and me in. I said how happy I was that he made the arrangements and his sister and I were looking forward to the festivities. I thanked him for taking care of the plans and how excited I was for his upcoming graduation. Not wanting to go overboard, I held back from including a few lyrics from “Sunrise Sunset.” Is this the little boy I carried…
In addition to being immensely proud of Josh for taking charge of and handling everything on his own, I was secretly relieved that he did so.
Since “the War” broke out, I wondered, worried and writhed about how this momentous occasion would play itself out. As far as I was concerned, that should have been a time for a ceasefire. For our kids’ sake, and in everyone’s best interest, Dick and I needed to put down our weapons, call a temporary truce, show a united front and be civil and friendly during Graduation weekend.
Afterward, when we would once again be renewed, refreshed and revitalized, we could resume combat. Yes, this made perfect sense.
For the first time in a long time, a feeling of euphoria came over me. I was thrilled that in spite of the turmoil we were all living with, Josh would have what he deeply desired and deserved: celebrating his college graduation with his family — all together peacefully and joyously for what would be probably one of the last times — if not THE last time.
Unfortunately, that thought and fantasy died quickly.