Last year I railed on about how lame Kindergarten graduations are.
Because they are.
This year, #3 is finishing his final year at the daycare where all my boys have been since they were babies.
He could actually stay an additional year, as he won't be five until December, which means he won't be in kindergarten until fall 2013. But since this is #1's last year at the elementary school, and the school has a K-4 option, this is the only year we are able to have all 3 kids in the same school.
This is the only year we get to drop off with one car. One time. ONCE.
Couple that with the fact that #3 has been in the "oldest" class at the daycare for several months already, it's clear that it's time to move him up.
Move him out.
I am sorry, but this is hard for me.
We have been at the "CLC" (Children's Learning Center) since #1 was 6 months old. That's 10&1/2 years. That's longer than husband & I have been in our jobs. Both #2 and #3 started there when they were 6 weeks old.
Some families abhor the idea of putting small children in daycare. I have a relative who makes statements like "I could never let strangers raise my children". Except they have not raised my children. And they are not strangers.
Miss Christine, Miss Belinda, Miss Amanda, Miss Julie, Miss Gracie & Mrs. Adela taught all 3 boys. Their photos are in our family scrapbooks. The pageants that they coordinated are the backdrops of some of our most cherished memories. The art projects they supervised crowd our walls and our refrigerator. We truly love these women who have truly loved our children.
One of the events Mrs. Adela coordinates is the "Graduation" ceremony for the kids moving on. She has been getting them ready to move on for weeks. Paul has been talking about his Graduation for ages. He was very particular about what he HAD to wear ("Mrs. Adela says BLACK shoes, Mom." "But you don't own any black shoes, honey". "Well then YOU better explain to her". )
The graduation was a luncheon. Miss Amanda made spaghetti, salad, bread, tea and cake for everyone. The children sang us songs -- "Friends Forever" and "This Little Light of Mine". The teachers reminisced about things the kiddos did, things they learned, and what they enjoyed best. Paul liked learning about Dinosaurs and is proud that he can write his name, just like his brothers.
The teachers made a little yearbook for the parents. Each child tells what he or she plans to be when they grow up. Clayton wants to be an astronaut. Alex will be a fisherman. Lauren wants to be a princess. And Paul? Paul wants to be a priest.
As I watched my youngest happily belt out This Little Light of Mine, I teared up. Not because I am sad that he's moving on, but because I am sad that WE'RE moving on. Our days of babies are over. It's not that I want them to be babies forever -- I don't. I want them to grow to be good men. It's not that I want more babies. I don't. I really, really don't.
It's just that I will miss this time.
Thank you CLC. Thank you for preparing my boys for school. We love you.
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