matriculated

Today, just 2 hours ago, Henry had his preschool graduation. I’ll just pause for a moment, to gather myself. You may need a minute for yourselves.


We looked at the program. Naturally, Henry was a star – the first solo performance was him as “Wee Willie Winkie.” We also made sure Maria was tanked up and ready to behave herself. I told her not to act out and draw attention from her brother. This was HIS DAY.

Ok, I started crying the second the kids started walking through the door. After settling down, I got up and did what every good parent does at such an occasion – taking pictures. After the preliminaries, Henry got up and got dressed for his big star turn. He was so, so good.

After all the other children did their nursery rhymes, they sang “I Believe I Can Fly,” which seriously cracks me up. Sorry. It was cute and fine and I’m just cynical. Then they all got their diplomas, and of course there was a lovely sea green pole right in the way – but you’ll get the idea.

There was some of Henry’s artwork on the wall, and he describes it thus: “That’s a picture of a snail, and it’s raining. There’s some grass. And there’s a flower next to it, growing.”

And then we took our turn with the cap and gown for the official graduate photo. We also sweet-talked some nice mom into taking a family photo, which turned out quite well.