A Graduation ( First posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 17 Oct 2014 )

Through the years

The Terrific Two

K2 Graduation[/caption]

Fast Forward today - JC 2 Graduation

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Today I had a lump in my throat, a glistening in the eyes and a deep sense of pride in this young man beside me, no longer little but still my baby, for always.

I get all mushy over this

As I sat through the graduation ceremony, it brought back memories of mine, some 34 years ago to the class of 80S61 in HJC. I am convinced that D, like me, had two of his best years in SRJC, and that he will leave college with friends for life, confidence to face the "A"levels exams in two weeks' time, integrity and grace to weather the future.

D graduates from SRJC

D, you are always full of surprises behind that thoughtful and silent demeanor. At the reception, I was asked whether my child was a prize-winner, and I casually said " I don't think so". You did not prepare me for this.

Your name popped out in the programme and so did my eyes!

Your Name is here

Prize winner. And what a coveted prize.

I am moved by the "culture of care" that SRJC promotes. Indeed, they walk the talk. I saw the Principal, teachers and students as one closely bonded family. Even as an outsider, I soaked in the atmosphere of love, honour and camaraderie. Indeed, there is a happy buzz of community, teamwork and fun. I almost wish I was back in college again.

We walk by faith in that when some doors close in on us, it is because there is another open door that leads to something better, something our Heavenly Father intends just for us. In D's case, this was exactly what happened.

You go, son - pursue your dreams and fulfill your destiny. We will always be behind you and your Heavenly Father is watching over you.

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