I am coming to terms with the fact that yesterday was my eldest’s last day of high school…sort of. I am not given to emotion, but this is a big deal. In a little over a week we will celebrate her graduation where she will walk across the stage with ribbons, cords, and medals she earned for her outstanding achievements of the past four years. I had a ribbon adorning my graduation gown, as well. Just look at my picture as I accepted what I thought was my diploma.
Yes, R. Ted Boehm knew that wasn’t my ribbon also. I mooched it from someone who had already walked – note the smarmy grin quickly quelled when Mr. Boehm whispered “This is not really your diploma either, son.” Oh the relief when I did pick a real one up a few days later. I’m guessing he got more than a few reprobates with that nugget over the years.
There is no doubt she will get a diploma, though. And in the fall she will go off to college. She is loud, messy, a bit sassy at times…and I will miss her greatly. I will miss being woken up by her singing at inappropriate hours of the night. I will miss her ignoring me as she saunters to her room and I will miss her friends being over to all hours watching movies underneath my room with the volume so high my bed shakes. (In writing this I wonder why teenagers hate sleep.) I jest. I could list her positive qualities, but my blog would run out of storage space. She is a true gem – a lovely, talented, and godly young lady.
And so, I drew her a last napkin art yesterday morning. I don’t have any idea when this tradition started or why, but whenever I pack lunches, I draw them a little picture on their napkin. My drawing ability would have to increase significantly to be called rudimentary. My sketches are barely above cave art. But if I ever pack a lunch and forget napkin art, they call me on it. Often my pictures are so terrible that I have to explain what I drew and why it is funny (to me). Ironically, they also render the napkin basically useless as an instrument of cleanliness.
Most of the time they involve animal humor, but on this occasion I drew a creative take on graduation where my graceful daughter trips in front of the principal.
I doubt it will come true, but you never know with all of those cords & ribbons weighing her down. Those things are dangerous on many levels, thus my aversion to earning any.
17 thoughts on “A Final Napkin Masterpiece”
You give “fathers” a good name! You give your daughters a great dad.
Thanks Paul. I’m clinging to that because I give art a black eye.
I love your post. Your daughter is very lucky to have such a great dad. I think your napkin art is very cute. Good luck for the graduation proud dad 😊😊
Thank you for the kind words. Stick figures that almost look human are my specialty.
Proud father as should be. You’re a dandy Mark!! Lol
I love this, Mark. There’s a tenderness in your words and the story you have painted here. Thank you so much for sharing and for being the kind of father that all daughters need.
Your napkin drawings are priceless! Your daughter will probably look back years from now and wish she had kept them. 🙂
Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed. I can tell you one thing for sure, they will be of no value to anyone but them.
You never know! Andy Warhol painted a Campbell’s soup can. The MOMA might have just the nook for primitive napkin drawings… 🙂
i love this tradition, you are such a sweet and thoughtful father and i wish your daughter the best in everything. congrats to all of you )
Aw thanks Beth. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for her.
Mark, where did the time go?
I have no idea my friend. Looking up your blog now!
Awwww, that’s so sweet Mark. You always draw on their napkin? You know, that’s something they will remember for the rest of their lives. What a blessing.
I don’t pack their lunches much. Mama does it most of the time. Makes the art more valuable….😉
Awwwwwwww, and they appreciate it, I’m sure.