Last week I travelled to New York City to witness my daughter receiving her master’s degree from New York University. The night before the ceremony, the majestic Empire State Building was all lit up with purple and white lights, NYU’s colors.
We walked to the university campus and grounds surrounding the university. We sat in the park and we discussed the upcoming graduation, what a journey it has been and what might be next. I felt great pride that my daughter would receive her master’s degree from such a fine university and in her last semester of college finishing with a 4.0 grade point average.
The day of the graduation, people arrived in taxi cabs, limousines, bicycles and on foot. Parents snapped pictures around the cascading water fountain in front of Lincoln Center where the graduation would take place. The graduates kept arriving in their dark purple gowns and formed little purple pods across Lincoln Centers ‘grounds.
Classmates found each other for final hugs and final goodbyes. The day included many tears and much laughter and many profound and heartfelt words from professors, alumni and students.
As I jostled about on the subway trip back, I considered the six years that my daughter, our family, has committed to arriving at this day. I can still remember her first day of school, her new clothes and new backpack, her expectant smile and her eagerness to have it all begin.
My daughter, like most people who are successful, have enjoyed the support and wisdom of many helping and teaching adults and classmates along the way. There have been many fine teachers within the school community and also those on the outside of school. I recalled some of those very special people, a Girl Scout leader who did amazing and inspiring things, like scuba diving in a pool that was sixty feet deep or snow camping during winter.