I wasn't valedictorian, but I worked hard enough and got good grades, I think that my ranking was #10 in my class. All "A's" except for three "C's" in calculus. I was Academic All-State in volleyball and basketball and and at the senior awards banquet a week or so before school got out, I, as my sister, brought home a haul of
Off all the awards and accolades I received that night, most of which I still have in my hope chest (sigh) was the Ann Pehrson award. The Ann Pehrson Award was for outstanding senior girl. There were probably a bunch of girls who could have or should have received that award, but I got it. It was a gold medallion in a beautiful burgundy case, and it was to me then, as it is now, a really big deal. You see, two years later, my sister would also receive the Ann Pehrson Award. And, many moons before that, my mom was also the recipient her senior year at Cyprus High School.
Now fast forward to 2013. Last night was my brother's senior awards banquet and, like his sisters before him, he swept the ceremonies. My dad was carrying his stack of awards, plaques, certificates and even some envelopes with gift cards and cash. He was recognized for his leadership and his athleticism. He got the outstanding male athlete award, which my dad told me was a big deal because he didn't want any more recognition for being a scholar-athlete - just for being good at sports.
My brother, like my sister, is also the valedictorian of his class and, like our sister, will be speaking at his graduation next week.
And, my brother, like his sisters and his mom before him, was recognized for being the outstanding senior male (well, you know....the outstanding senior student of his gender). That's a big deal when there are 2400 kids at your school.
In talking to my parents last night and my mom this afternoon, we both, of course, gushed a little bit about my giant crazy little brother. He is such a good kid and has dedicated his life to the kids at his school this year. And, like his sisters, he is so ready to graduate and move on with his life he can hardly stand it. There are such big things in his future, I cannot wait to see what he can do.
But, the other thing....
My mom always says to us when we are being mopey or pouty, "I didn't born no ugly children".....
She didn't born no stupid ones, either.
The successes in the lives of me, my sister, and my brother are in direct correlation to two parents who have loved and supported us through everything from the moment we were born. They have dedicated their lives to us, and I am so grateful for all the sacrifices I know that they have made, all the hours they have spent helping us in our lives, and from my perspective now, for the amazing grandparents that they are to my three little goofballs.
I'm also so proud of my brother.
More gushing to follow in the coming week.....