It's funny to watch the moms at kindergarten graduation. Those of us who are on our first child get weepy and sentimental, while those who have done it before sit with quiet resignation. But it still hurts inside. Just not as much.
Maybe we don't cry because we have suffered through enough half days, the mid-morning panic as we rush to pick up the child we nearly forgot. My mom tells a story about my brother in kindergarten. For some reason (and I'm sure it was a good one--she had me at home to take care of after all), she forgot to pick my brother up at kindergarten. He sat on the steps and waited until the last child left, and then after the teacher abandoned him as well (can you IMAGINE that happening today?), he started to hoof it. Realizing her error, my mom found him along the road on his trek home. He was not pleased.
So, I'm offering congratulations to my little graduate. I'm not sure he understands what's really in store (except for the "three recesses" thing), but I'm confident he will be successful. Good luck, little guy.
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