Back in May, we got to experience our first pomp and circumstance… Pre-K Graduation. Us, along with dozens of other sets of parents experienced the wonder of preschool commencement. Graduation tassels made of Cheerios, tiny diplomas, photo booth props and mini gowns – teachers from Lucas’ school made sure the passage to kindergarten was marked in style.
I’ve been thinking about this post for a while now, thinking mostly that I wanted to document the fun occasion. But the more I have thought about it, the more I’ve come to the realization of when did completing two years of preschool begin meriting a diploma? If anyone deserves to be celebrated, it is us, the shrapnel, aka parents, who survived the dreaded preschool years. I would gladly accept a celebration and diploma, no a graduate degree, for enduring the stubborn threenager and the persistently demanding and bossy fournipulator.
That is until I saw our tiny-tot come out in his tiny cap and gown. I melted.
Preschool is not the same as when I was a child. These days, preschoolers are being groomed, prepared, poked and prodded for kindergarten with development and academic assessments. Preschool is not just nap time, coloring and playing all day, it’s an actual learning environment, even STEM curriculums, preparing them for their grade school years.
It’s an important transition and making a big deal gives them confidence.
Lucas is about to go off on his own to his own school. I won’t be there if he falls. I won’t be there to rip off the top of his yogurt tube. I won’t be there to wipe his butt (thank you Jesus.)
So yes. Making a big deal is a big deal. It’s his first step into his whole life in a way, and I beamed from ear to ear, as he stood up there on that stage, with pride that he sang how to spell hippopotamus, amazed at how mature he has become, and sad that my sweet baby boy is growing up!
I hope that Lucas continues to be blessed with such an amazing set of friends and teachers as he has had at The Children’s Center of Austin.