My Daughter is a Bee

A SCAD Bee. Savannah College of Art and Design Bee. According to the laws of physics, a bee should not be able to fly. The size of its wings in proportion to its body should deem flight impossible. Yet it flies. SCAD founders were told the same thing. "An art school in the South? It will never fly!" SCAD celebrates 35 years of educating and preparing artists and designers of all disciplines since the school first opened its doors to students in 1978. Enrollment continues to increase along with the accolades and awards. Big names in all industries regularly recruit SCAD graduates. Why? Because SCAD is innovative in the approach to student success. From the moment a student is invited to attend, a team of SCAD professionals surround the student to encourage, guide and mentor in order to convey that student to success. Ultimately, the student is responsible for his or her success; however, with the resources provided, success is not an impossibility. In the time that I, as a parent of a new Bee, have spent on campus, talking with students, alumni and staff (and I mean all staff-even maintenance staff are friendly and engaging!), I find SCAD truly cares about each student and nurtures each one to reach beyond his or her potential. SCAD, thinking outside the hive!

18!!

On this day, 18 short years ago, our daughter surprised us and the world with her arrival.  It was a big surprise-she was not to due to make her appearance until March 27!  Unbeknowst to me, I had been having contractions just about the whole weekend and had no idea.  I had been having little twinges and did not realize they were contractions until after my water broke!  We still had 3 more childbirth classes to go, my bag was not packed and neither my husband nor myself were mentally ready for labor and delivery.  As I sat on the toilet while my amniotic fluid leaked out along with tears from my eyes, my wonderful husband made the call to the hospital and quickly packed a bag as I talked to the nurse.  We made our way to the hospital, 30+ minutes away in record time (with a stop by the Kansas Highway Patrol).  A mere 6 hours later, at 5:20 a.m. CST, I grunted and there she was.  Our lives were changed instantly and the world   became a better place with her departure from the womb.  My dearest, eldest daughter, I love you more than you can ever imagine.  Happy Birthday!

Footnote:  Just as it was 18 years ago, winter weather is making an appearance on her birthday.  My in-laws braved a four hour drive both ways in freezing rain to meet their first grandchild on the day of her birth.  They are not on their way now (just in case you are wondering).