![Leaving Melnitz Hall](http://www.kathleenrowell.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Leaving-Melnitz-Hall-1-661x1024.jpg)
I knew what I did not want to do – don a cap and gown and endure an excruciating graduation ceremony. My own Jr. High and high school extravaganzas were torture. What about those magical moments, watching my own children graduate? Don’t you just want to smile all over? Uh, no.
![S's High School Graduation](http://www.kathleenrowell.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Ss-High-School-Graduation-1024x761.jpg)
Slow-roasting in bleachers without shade, surrounded by delirious parents straining to spot their spawn in a sea of black-robes several zip codes to the south – made home schooling appear an attractive option. For the record, the only things I dread more than rituals like graduation are parades and colonoscopies.
![A at his college graduation](http://www.kathleenrowell.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/A-at-his-college-graduation-733x1024.jpg)
Flash forward to my son CD, valedictorian for his UCLA film and television class. Two surprises awaited me, one pleasant and one not so much. The good news was, only film and TV students participated, making it more like a party than spectacle. Lulled into a false sense of security, I thought, “this is almost a perfect day.”
![CD's graduation UCLA](http://www.kathleenrowell.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/CDs-graduation-UCLA-1-728x1024.jpg)
CD took the microphone. He singled out his wife and his father – 100% USC Trojan, undergrad and law school. He thanked them for their inspiration. No mention of his mother and fellow UCLA film and TV alum. You know, the one who introduced him to Melnitz hall and UCLA’s campus.
![CD & classmates at UCLA graduation](http://www.kathleenrowell.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/CD-classmates-at-UCLA-graduation-736x1024.jpg)
Amazingly, I recovered from this ego-shattering blow as well as a carrot that caused me to barf at the reception. Something deep and primal superseded my lifelong distaste for graduations, parades and vomit. So what if CD forgot to thank me? I could not have been any prouder of him. I still am.