I never really cried at milestones in my life.
High school graduation? Please, get me out of there.
College graduation? I was more interested in getting one last glimpse at the boy I had a huge crush on.
My wedding? Nope, that was Hubs. Really hard, too. If you haven’t read that story and want a laugh, you can find it HERE.
I’ve always thought of these events as more of a beginning than an end. The mark that means that something new and exciting is about to begin: I looked forward and not back.
I laugh and smile during these times, not cry.
Monkey, my oldest, had his preschool graduation last Friday.
A lot of his buddies had their preschool graduations last year or even the year before. He’s been the baby of his group of friends, not that you can tell it otherwise, except for what grade the kids are in.
And the moms talked about how they cried. And, being the extra-supportive friend I am, I rolled my eyes. But, not to their faces at least.
Preschool graduation means my oldest is moving on into the world of kindergarten. Full-day kindergarten. New friends and new challenges. It’s exciting.
But, then, his preschool teacher had to go and set the slide show at graduation to the song “Let Them Be Little.”
Please, let them be little,
‘Cause they’re only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let ’em cry, let ’em giggle,
Let ’em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.
I couldn’t help it. I turned into a big pile of mushy mom and cried. Because, you see, I didn’t let him be little….but that’s a story for Pour Your Heart Out this week.