Beginning with the moment my first child was born I have tried to “hold on to moments as they pass”. I knew, without being told, this time would go screaming by and I would be a little sad when it was over. So, I paused. Often. And I treasured. Yes, I used psycho-mommy-under-the-breath-voice once in a while. And on occasion, psycho-mommy-over- the- breath- voice. But mostly, I cherished. For the last 17 years, seven months. I have gently gathered moments. And done my best to be present in them. To breathe them in. Saturday I watched my daughter reach for the hand of her high school principal and accept her diploma. And I closed my eyes. Safeguarding one more time, the memory of her. Of that moment. But I wasn’t sad. I was instead, overwhelmed. With gratitude. And excitement for her. With honor and a deep sense of humility. I have been blessed to be part of this beautiful life, who is now 6 feet tall with shining dark brown eyes and a sparkling voice when she sings. And I hold on to the moments as they pass. And I wait.