![]() Piper’s pre-kindergarten teachers were the same two women that worked in the baby and one year old rooms when my children babies. (Though I am not convinced that a sixth grade graduation is necessary!) Their teachers had tears streaming down their faces. She took my advice to put on a show just for me, literally.Īnd in the middle of the graduation, I realized that it was a big deal. When she got bored, my preschool graduate made faces at me. ![]() As my cousin told me during the funeral of one of my uncles, “we don’t cry in public” and we don’t. I absolutely detest breaking down in public. She’s scared but not willing to show it when others are looking. Once inside, sure enough, her best friend began to sob. Pretend nobody else is there and put on another show for me. Once there, the excitement of the day swept her up and she giggled and played with her friends before whispering to me that she was still scared. Grandpa played her favorite country (yes-country) songs and she comforted herself by singing on the way there. I explained that all of the other kids will be just as scared being on a stage with all of the parents, grandparents, and family members watching. I feel that it’s important to follow through for the rest of the team. I expected her to sit on the stage crying, though. I’m treated to performances daily and when I am too busy to play audience, she has the huge hallway mirror stand in. She hates to be in front of a crowd but she absolutely LOVES singing and dancing. She finally cried herself to sleep…only to wake up with new dramatics. She hates knowing that she won’t be seeing her friends every day. After all, both of them went back to “school” the Monday after Pork Chop’s “graduation.” She hates change. She thought she would be going to a new school the very next school day. She was going to stay with Miss Jenn (her teacher) forever. Only a mean mommy would make her go on stage. She announced that her best friend cried at practice so she isn’t the only scared one. ![]() Then, the day before the event Pea broke down in hysterics. I saw the graduation as just another chance to socialize with the teachers that have been in my life for the past six plus years and chit chat with other parents. As she jibber jabbered about how excited she was about graduating. ![]() I knew my daughter’s class had been busily rehearsing. It literally sucked the life from me all year. There really was no change to our routine until Pork Chop started Kindergarten at a different school.Īnd then my day became crazy with dropping two kids off at two different schools, equal distant from our house, in different directions. Two days after “graduation” I dropped both kids off at the same daycare where Pre-k is taught, at the same time that I always did, and I picked them up that evening like always. My daughter would still be attending the school the following August. I was still a working mom this time last year. I had no idea what a preschool graduation would be like and I was delighted as my son and his class sang. I was a proud mom at my son’s graduation last year. This past weekend my youngest “graduated” from pre-kindergarten. I watched in amused disbelief last week as two limos pulled into the parent pick up line on the last day of school to take groups of sixth graders and their moms out on the town. Often, I feel that preschool, kindergarten, sixth grade, (etc) graduations take away from the importance that is Graduation. I have to admit, I am not one to make a big fuss over the little “graduations.” Graduating from high school and college are huge accomplishments that signify a new phase in life.
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