Last thursday was a proud day for me in mommy mode. My youngest redheaded appendage graduated kindergarten. Well, the first year of it. She was in a special education class this past year and has done incredibly well.
For at least the past two weeks she has been reminding me daily of the impending graduation ceremony. The days preceding the event were filled with the sound of her practicing songs which the class would sing at the graduation. Finally the day arrived. After getting many assurances that I was absolutely coming to her graduation, she allowed me to leave for my half day at work. The ceremony was only for her particular class. Since my oldest never had any ceremony, I suspect it was more to do with the teacher, than a change in school policy.
As I arrived in the library and took a seat among the other parents and grandparents brandishing flowers, balloons and cameras, I noticed how much hard work had gone into the celebration. There were banners and posters of the student’s artwork and classwork handing on the walls for us to gloat over. We all chattered quietly as we waited for the grand entrance. Finally, after a few announcements, the graduates arrived. They processed down the aisle to the front of the library, each wearing their best that day. We were treated to several songs that they had learned, accompanied by the flash of many camera’s.
My one mistake of the day was wearing heels, the HIGH ones. During the 45 minute ceremony most parents stood in order to get the best shots. By the end my feet were screaming.
After several songs, which showed their hard work to the full extend, we had a little award ceremony and the handing off of the “diploma”. I am supremely proud to say that my littlest sidekick got the “Best Reader Award”.
Afterward we all had a chance to relax, speak to the teachers and other parents and hug our treasures. There were even cupcakes.
It was a proud day. One of my friend’s, whose son was in the class, said to me that it’s always particularly special when the kids have come so far and overcome many of their own social and learning difficulties to graduate kindergarten. And she was so right. It was a moment to remember. I know my daughter was so proud of herself and her friends.
She is now looking forward to next year in the regular kindergarten. She’ll have to get used to the bigger class size and smaller number of teachers in her class, but she is ready and eager. She is even determined to practice her math and reading over the summer. She better have more willpower than I do.