I know, I know, it’s Wednesday and I’m supposed to be regaling you with tales of success on the scales. Unfortunately for you, I’m experiencing *that time of the month* (henceforth known as Bitch Week). I have no desire whatsoever to even look at a scale because frankly, if I don’t like what it tells me, I might just beat it to death with a shovel.
Besides, I have much more exciting things to talk about than my blubbery butt.
MY LITTLE GIRL GRADUATED KINDERGARTEN TODAY!! Sing! Dance! Throw Confetti! And please…please ignore my abysmal photography skills.
The ceremony was wonderful and of course, stuffed full of sniffling parents. It wouldn’t have been so bad if their teacher hadn’t teared up. Miss S. is a fantastic teacher and we could all tell how much she cares about our kids. On her own budget and time, apparently, she’d been taking pictures of the kids throughout the year. She then put together a slide-show, set to music, and surprised us all with it after the children’s presentation. Not a dry eye in the house, y’all. As I was watching it, I was thinking how sad it was that I’d never get to look at them again.
Afterwards, Miss S passed out the diplomas. Morgan brought it over to me and it was tucked into a green folder. When I opened the folder I literally gasped! Inside was a yearbook that Miss S had put together, including every single one of the pictures in the slide-show! There were poems, a few cute little assignments from the kids (each child had to complete the sentence, “My favorite thing about kindergarten was __________”) and a hand-print in finger-paint from Morgan with a little poem. *sniffles* Morgan’s teacher spent her own money and put together a keepsake for each one of her students that their parents and much later, them, will cherish forever. How incredibly thoughtful. I have visited with Miss S many times and I’ve always left feeling impressed by her upbeat attitude, her obvious dedication and her competence as a teacher. It’s always impressive when a teacher has taken the time to really get to know their student as an individual. We will most definitely miss Miss Stancavich.
After the ceremony, some of the kids and their families met up at Chucky Cheese’s. We actually got there later than anyone else and it warmed me to my tippy-toes when there were shouts of “MORGAN!! YAY!!” from the other children when we showed up. She is well liked and friendly with everyone in her class. It’s really a pleasure to see the little world she’s making for herself. My heart just bursts with pride and gratitude seeing it.
Oh Morgan, words fail me. It seems like just last week I was trying to figure out why on earth you felt the need to stick one tiny foot up in the air while breastfeeding and now we’re looking at soccer games and summer-camp! Congratulations, Sweetheart. You made it through your first year of “real” school! Keep working hard and don’t ever loose your enthusiasm for learning! Daddy and I are so incredibly blessed to have you in our lives. Watching you grow and make your way is absolutely one of our greatest joys.
Here’s couple of pics from the day:
Wow! that’s so cool! Timmy should be going on to 1st grade next year too. I’m sorry I haven’t had Timmy call you lately. How’s tonight sound? Sometimes I haven’t had long distance. Dh sees long distance as something that isn’t very important. But now I have google voice…it’s so cool! and free. gotta love free lol
What a great day. When my son graduated from kindergarten I was inconsolable. People were practically throwing Kleenex at me.
Visiting from SITS.
Hey, I’m having the period from hell too! Let’s be crabby together!
I don’t know which was worse for the crying – the day my daughter started kindergarten or the day she graduated. My son will start this fall, and he’s the last baby, so that will also be a boo-hoo fest for Mommy.
Your kids are gorgeous, love your blog. Stopping by from SITS to say hello.