My oldest child graduated.
No, not from high school or college. From pre-school. Yes, you heard it right. Pre-school. Other mothers are shaking their heads thinking about the time that Georgie or Mandy graduated from pre-school and how silly they felt making such a big deal over it but how they could not stop themselves either. Women who are not mothers are shaking their heads and laughing hysterically at the insanity of hosting a graduation for a pre-schooler.
I remember reading a passage out of Laurie Moore’s novel where the lead woman character was discussing her
wedding day. She surmised that it is not the actual marriage that is so important – it is the memories and milestones you take from the event that mark your life and allow you to remember important times. That is how I feel about Ri’s graduation. It is not so much the graduation certificate but the memories of the event itself with Grandma and Grandpas there; Mario running around wanting to snatch a cookie; Maria excited and anxious to get her certificate and hug her teachers.
Maria was radiant wearing her shimmery green dress and egyptian silver sandals. She smiled and waved to us as she stood waiting for her graduation certificate. All I could think about was “Is she really going to get taller, grow hair under her arms, get breasts, and eventually become an adult like me? It seems impossible. Kindergarten is going to be a whirlwind for her at first – she tends to have a lot of her dad in her and one area that she really has him in her is when it comes to meeting new people. She likes her small “posse” of friends and becomes very shy when others enter the mix. If not shy, she becomes stand-offish and even rude. So, kindergarten should be interesting. She does have one friend from pre-school in her class so that will help.
I gotta face the fact that she is starting school and with school comes cliques and heartbreaks and hurt feelings. As my friend says to me when her daughter tells her that someone hurt her feelings at school “I just want to go up to that kid and tell her that if she hurts my little girl’s feelings, I am going to have to hurt her!” But with school comes friendships and sisterhood and learning and interests, also. Here’s to kindergarten and Maria finding a lot more in the latter category than in the former. Go Maria!