Yesterday was Cordelia's first preschool graduation. All of her friends, the ones she has known for half her life, are going to kindergarten next year. She misses the cut off by 13 days (never mind that she has the vocabulary of a 15 year old) and is destined for another year of preschool.
She wanted to "graduate" with all of her buddies so we went to graduation last night. It was a way to say goodbye as many of these kids will never see each other again. Of course the closest pals all have mothers with whom I am in contact (summer play dates) and will remain friends.
Although it will be strange next year. Many of the other mothers have become friends as we do the pick up and drop off, the play dates, birthday parties, etc. It is the end of a good time with new ones on the horizon.
We went to the ceremony last night, not planning on much more than feeling a little bummed out for Cordelia as she watches her pals move forward. Then Cordelia's teacher sang this song, "Let Them Be Little." I think you can imagine that it is about the fleeting nature of childhood. The song is so long when you are trying not to cry. I failed. I cried and tried to cover it up, but the tears wouldn't stop. So, there was that. I feel my feeling ok?!? Don't make me cry about it, because I will.
The rest of the graduation was great. The kids sang. They each accepted their diploma, they toured the crowd. Graduation number one down. How many more are there to come? Surely I will cry for each and every one.