06/10/2026
It wasn’t at all what I envisioned for her.
I imagined her surrounded by the same peers she’d had since Kindergarten. I imagined a traditional 8th-grade graduation at our public school, inclusion — what I fought so hard for, for so long. No one outwardly recognizing how much it took to get to that moment except for me. More people than she would have liked. Too much noise. Fast. Impersonal.
But what I envisioned wasn’t what she needed.
What she found was so much more.
It was beautiful, intimate, and perfect. Every child was celebrated for exactly who they are.
This past year, I watched her grow. I watched the worry and anxiety surrounding her seizures slowly fade. I watched her build genuine friendships. I watched her become the person she is meant to be, while staying true to who she has always been: kind, thoughtful, and hardworking.
As I watched her walk across that stage, I wasn’t thinking about what could have been or what I once imagined.
I knew in my heart that she landed exactly where she was always supposed to be. ❤️