I have to keep reminding myself that my daughter's high school graduation is not about me. No matter that I spent four months overhauling house and garden for incoming family and planning a graduation party for 450 of her Facebook friends - half of whom won't attend, and what am I going to do with all that chicken. Nor is it important that I fielded all that high school angst, not to mention breast fed her, potty trained her, and held my hands out when there was no towel for her retching tummy...
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