Tonight I attended my daughter, Jordan’s class ring ceremony. This was a new thing to me since at my small Christian school, where there were only 15 people in my senior class. There was no “ceremony”, Josten’s delivered our rings and we all put them on and showed them to one another and to the envious class members a year behind us.
Jordan has been super excited about her ring (she should be cause it was expensive) and couldn’t wait to go tonight. She asked her boyfriend, Ryan to come and go with us so we all piled into the van and headed to the school. We got there just as they were beginning and we grabbed our seats with Jordan sitting on the end of the row, because she had to walk up on stage to get her ring. The kids went up one at a time to get their rings and Jordan made me and Ryan promise not to yell and squeal with delight as she walked up to get her ring. (What a stick in the mud, a mom has the right to embarrass her child, after all I did suffer in labor with her. No way am I gonna be quiet when she graduates.)
Once everyone had their ring they talked about the “turning of the ring”. Now again, this was something new to me (that or I am now too old to remember doing it, no wait I am not old, so it’s new) The idea is that you have 12 close, important, friends turn your ring to represent the year you graduate. The first 11 people turn the ring towards your pinky and the 12th person turn it towards your heart, so the 12th person is supposed to be someone really special in your life. Someone who is always there for you, someone you really love.
Now of course I am sitting here thinking ok, who gets to turn the 12th turn? Is it me or her daddy, or OMG is it going to be Ryan? Turns out Jordan decides that she wants to wait and have some of the friends that weren’t at the ceremony turn her ring and #12 is, to be announced. Dang it! I have to wait to see who “wins” most important person in her life or so I thought…
Turns out, Grand-daddy wins. She informed us that she couldn’t decide between her dad and me so she was going to let Grand-daddy do it. Hey at least it’s not some boy, I can live with that!
