Last weekend, we celebrated my sister’s college graduation. She chose to pursue a degree later in life, while working and raising two daughters on her own. To say I am proud of her is an understatement.
Our cousin threw a wonderful party, using all the special graduation decorations. Banners, balloons, streamers, and shiny foil confetti shaped like caps and diplomas. My seven-year-old son sat on the floor, scooped up a handful of the tiny confetti shapes and exclaimed, “Look at all these icons!”
He felt a little sheepish when all of us middle-aged folk started laughing, but I explained to him, “Don’t be embarrassed, buddy. They do look like icons! We just never realized it before.”