Graduation

So I received more stuff/crap in the mail about #1 son graduation. I'm happy he's graduating. No, really, I am. So why does his accomplishment create so much for me?? No one gives mom a certificate for dragging his butt out of bed to be on time for school EVERY day. For all the nights I nagged about homework. For all the phone calls about 'why is your son not applying himself'. For all the grief. Sheesh. I just want to sit in a crowd. Clap when he gets his diploma and go home and relax. But noooo. We have photo dates, rehearsal dates, ceremony dates, dinner dates, party dates, fundraiser dates. Date, date, date, can I get a fig? Sigh. And does the other absent parent have to do anything? Nope. But he gets to show up like he in some way had anything to do with it. Other than contributing DNA. Yes, I may be munching on a bitter pill but it's mine. So I will now swallow it and carry on.