Happy Birtl Day, Chris!

Today is my son’s 13th birthday and I had planned to dispense with my usual discussion of communication to share a little bit about him with my readers.  Here’s part of what I had planned to share. 

This is a very fuzzy picture of him winning the Youth Cart Racing League over at K1 Racing.  He holds the undefeated title of fastest lap ever at that location in all the years they have been open.  This includes some professional race car drivers! 

I’d already shared about my daughter’s recent college graduation so I thought I’d give equal time to my son.

I had planned to share my son’s incredible sense of humor and how he had inspired some  of my latest JoJoisms, but God has a sense of humor and I just have to share with you how it played out on his birthday–partly because it’s hilarious and partly because it holds some wonderful lessons for us all. 

We gave him a birthday party on Saturday where we had planned to serve an ice cream cake.  Scrambling around to get ready for everyone’s arrival, I had forgotten to take it out of the freezer to make sure it was thawed by the time we were ready to eat it.  Fortunately, my dh reminded me and it wasn’t too late.  I put it in the fridge and had planned to take it out into room temperature to help it along. 

My dh suggested I leave the cake out in the garage so it would thaw quicker, but I told him that was a bad idea.  See,  we live in ARIDzona and this is June.  It was only 104 that day, but that means that the garage would be about 110 or more so I put it inside the house instead.  I came back to it every so often to check, hoping it would be ready to eat.  Not finding the cake where I put it, I asked my dh who said he put it in the garage. 

Though it had only been in the garage for about ten minutes, the icing melted sliding the blue piping down the edges until it rested on the bottom of the carton.  The ice cream inside was oozing out of the corners of the box and the word, birthday, split it two and ran down the side of the cake which now said, “Happy Birtl Day.”   Now, you knew there’d be a communication funny in here somewhere, didn’t you? lol

My first reaction was, “I told you so!”  But it soon turned to fits of laughter and an urge to capture this film on before the cake became ice cream soup.

My dh’s first reaction was guilt, turning quickly to acceptance as I wasn’t scolding him because I was too busy laughing and trying to find the camera. 

We lit only one candle and sang a quick chorus of “Happy Birtl Day” to our son before the cake could slide off the table and drip onto the floor. 

We all ate bowls of  Birtl Day cake with spoons and had a ball.  Later on, my dh did something he rarely does.  He admitted, in public, that I was RIGHT and he was WRONG!  Ahh…sweet vindication.  lol

The moral of the story?  Well, there are a few lessons to be learned from this experience. 

First and most important: ALWAYS listen to your wife.  ;D

Second: if you live in ARIDzona, NEVER leave ice cream cake out in your garage in June.

Third: if something unexpectedly goes wrong, get out your camera and have fun with it.  We had such fun with this.  In fact, my mom suggested we make new family tradition of Happy Birtl Day for Chris every year.  I don’t think he will ever forget his 13th Birtl Day.  Do you? 

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Graduation Speeches

It’s that time of year when a young college student’s fancy turns to nostalgia as they pass from undergraduate academia into the “real world” or go on to even higher education.  And it’s that time of year when parents attend graduation ceremonies, wade through the pomp for the circumstance of seeing their child walk across the stage and receive their hard-earned diploma.

For us, that moment was last week.  First a little background and some crow.  When Kelsey was in 5th grade, we started homeschooling her.  Most of my relatives were concerned because they were sure she would never get into a good college.  Strangers shared their concern that she’d never be “socialized.”

Well, not only did she graduate (double major) with honors from one of the most prestigious schools in the nation, but she graduated Phi Beta Kappa and received history honors as well.

Additionally, she was involved in a Christian sorority and a few ministry organizations where she was on the leadership and worship teams.  Kelsey performed with her choirs and even had several solos.  She traveled all over the world both for ministry during Spring Breaks and to spend an entire semester as a Russian Exchange student.  Lastly, she visited Israel where she engaged in ministry, evangelism and fellowship.

I guess that puts to bed the theory that homeschoolers will never get into college and are doomed to be a wallflower counting library books!

The graduation ceremony was impressive, elaborate and uplifting. Although the Keynote Speaker spoke the day prior to the graduation ceremony (rather odd if you ask me), the graduation speeches were short, thoughtful, inspiring and well rehearsed.  Each student’s honors were announced as they walked across the stage and many graduated with double majors and more than one minor as well!

There were a few students who received awards for excellence and the speeches given to honor their many accomplishments in their four short years at Vanderbilt were awe inspiring.  Most of the parents had children who had incredible acheivements in their own right, but these recipients wowed us all.

Our plane got in just in time for us to make her Phi Beta Kappa ceremony.  The ceremony was very nice, but the Keynote Speaker’s performance shocked me and, apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

The Keynote Speaker was Alice Randall, an accomplished author of diverse interests.  All in attendance were impressed with her credentials.  She wasn’t a Vanderbilt graduate, which was curious to me.  She was from Harvard.  She wasn’t a member of Phi Beta Kappa, which really surprised me, but what shocked me was the construction of her speech and, most problematic, the delivery.

Ms. Randall’s speech was not very well organized.  It contained random thoughts that I thought would be tied together in a neat bow come the conclusion, but I was wrong.  It was full of inspiring thoughts, wisdom and strange references tied together in a rather incoherent way.

What really blew me away was her delivery which had a serious lack of polish.  She stammered her way through it as if she had written it only the night before and hadn’t had time to practice or even become familiar with her thoughts.  She back tracked several times after having forgotten something important.  All in all, her speech was poorly organized and even more poorly delivered.

She recieved a standing ovation from most of the audience which proves the politie nature of Southern people.  However, many in the audience were mumbling under their breath about her delivery, especially at such a prestigious event at a top rated university.  Later, I heard from my daughter that many of the new initiates into Phi Beta Kappa were also shocked at her performance.

I’m sure many of you have stories to tell about your son or daughter’s high school or college graduation.  Please share!

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