When she was in fifth grade, she finally made it. The award went right up on the fridge, and she beamed with pride. I decided that such an achievement deserved a reward of some sort, so off to the store I went, returning with a small wrapped package.
Kerry was thrilled. She loved when someone recognized her hard work. She sat on the couch in the family room and opened the package in front of our family. Inside was a chicken foot I had purchased at the deli counter at the grocery store for seven cents.
She cried. My mom was furious. I think I got grounded from the phone, horror of horrors. Those were the days of our lives.
This weekend, little overachiever Kerry received her Master's Degree in Secondary Education. She finished with a 4.0 GPA having worked full time throughout and also having struggled with the effects of Lyme Disease. I watched her graduate and I was very, very proud.
This time I didn't buy her any chicken pieces. Maybe for her doctorate.
PS: That's our cousin Kate who also graduated with honors with a nursing degree. We have some pretty smart cookies in my family, and now Kate can take my calls when I have a cough and think I have tuberculosis.
PPS: This picture speaks for itself.