i'm pretty sure when i graduated from eighth grade, i got a little certificate and a small ceremony in which the principal mispronounced my last name. that's it. no fanfare. no pomp. no circumstance. just a pat on the back and a "now go to high school and get 'er done."
but things have changed, it seems. two weeks ago my 5-year old finished his second year of preschool. preschool. the very word gives you a clue here: he hasn't even gone to school yet! it is PRE-school. but, he graduated, had a program, got a diploma, and a luncheon. some of the other parents brought their children flowers and gifts, which made us feel like total loser parents, but the more i thought about it, the more i was okay with our lack of excessive behavior. i mean, it's preschool, for crying out loud. he got a report card and his lowest grade was in "skipping." so my son can't skip. he can, however, write his name, draw a line, count to 17 and listen during circle time. wow! let's buy him a car!
still, it was a fun moment, and, just like the other parents, we dutifully lined up with camera and video camera, and digitally documented the drama of the day. here is the evidence:
his chair
displaying some art
singing
waving the flag
an appropriate use for the diploma/telescope
the official document
jack with his teachers
and so our son is graduated (sniff sniff). i can't believe he's come this far. i mean, next year he'll be writing lower case letters! and before you know it, he'll be registering for college classes.
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