It's My Husband's Graduation, but Where's My Diploma?

My husband's graduation from grad school is coming up. I'm very proud of him. He studied hard. He got straight A's, and now he's the proud owner of a master's degree from the University of Texas—with honors, nonetheless. But while I'm bragging, I'd like to point out that while he stimulated his mind and prepared for his future, I was at home taking care of our kids.

During late-night study groups, he munched on pretzels and discussed educational theory while I got my own dose of educational theory trying to convince my 2-year-old that the potty really won't hurt him.

During Saturday classes, he headed to campus with a latte in hand while I tried to figure out how to nurse my daughter and keep track of my son at the same time.

In preparation for big tests, he stayed up late studying while I entertained a whiney toddler who just wanted to play with his daddy. Yes, my husband has put in his time, but so have I. I can't help but feel a tiny bit jealous as he dons his cap and gown, hangs his diploma on the wall and tears open his graduation presents. Yes, he did it. We're all proud. But shouldn't at least one of those graduation presents be for me? Where's my piece of paper proclaiming a job well done?