My grandson graduated from nursery school yesterday.
When I got to the backyard where the “event” (sounds a bit formal for 4 year olds – doesn’t it?) was being held, I took a seat in the front row – next to his mom. As soon as the kids came marching into place on the stage (with their teacher leading them in song), I searched for my grandson among the group, and zeroed right in to watch him in his debut.
I turned to my daughter-in-law and whispered, “Why is his hat crooked?”
She said, “Ma, he’s FOUR.”
True. He’s four. I’m fifty two. And I’m worrying about his slanted sailor cap on his head. Continue reading
June is graduation time. I love graduations. I love reading the programs, watching the kids in their caps and gowns, starched suits, or colorful costumes walk down the aisle, and line up on stage. Depending upon whether it’s a kindergarten graduation, elementary school, high school or college, I just get a thrill about all the pomp and circumstance.
And this year, I have two family graduations to attend. One is my youngest son’s graduation from high school. That one makes me feel old. I am prepared to cry, laugh, and feel really emotional. It’s hard to believe that my “baby” is graduating 12th grade. Wow! Continue reading