When I wrote about my faith taking flight on the wheels of the big yellow bus last August, I didn’t intend for it to zoom off to the last day of Kindergarten. At the speed of light.
On a scale of one to Stepping On a Lego, I do believe my heart would say, “That Lego’s been crushed!”
Because, this morning, I watched this bouncy-haired, chatterbox, ball-of-cute walk across the stage and accept her Kindergarten Certificate.
I cannot even.
The joy and the sorrow of watching her traipse across that stage…
Sitting in the auditorium, sweating like it was summer in hades, I wasn’t worried about my difficult hair, that was now giving the Lion King a run for his money. I wasn’t concerned that rivers, forget rivulets, of sweat were drenching my body.
No. All I could think was, “Didn’t she just shoot out into the world?”
Seriously? If this is how it went down for Kindergarten Graduation, can you even imagine High School Graduation?
They’ll have to sedate me.
Sweetman jokes about us needing some Thorazine darts for the kids. Forget that! I’m gonna need ME one of those right now!
Oh, sheesh! Tomorrow, I believe that I may just lose my marbles all-together!
We have our Fourth Grade Clap-out in the morning. That glorious moment, the last day of school, when all of the 4th graders wind their way through student and parent-lined hallways to thunderous applause. They then get directly on the buses and head to the Intermediate School, where they meet their teacher and fellow homeroom students for next year. I’m not sure if other schools across this great nation provide this sort of
torturous Right of Passage, but ours does.
LORD, be near!
And, lucky me, I have a Kindergartener AND a Fourth Grader this year!
If you need me, I’ll be over in the corner with dark chocolate smeared across my face and my eyes glazed over from the Beachfront Bargain Hunt marathon I’ve been watching.
Also, with a child stapled underneath each arm.
Because, I’m all done with this “sending them off” business…