At My Daughters Graduation
Yesterday I attended an event that I hadn’t expected for many years to come. Rachel our four year old daughter graduated.
We watched through tear filled eyes as she and her classmates sang a song together, and smiled as she walked onto the stage and proudly accepted her certificate.
No, we haven’t raised a child genius, and Rachel has no college or university degree. Yesterday she graduated from nursery school.
She looked adorable on stage singing an adapted version of ‘New York New York’ that was now ‘P1, P1′. Her mortice board was perched jauntily on top of her curls, and she smiled and waved each time she caught a glimpse of me, Gerard, or one of her grandparents through the lights.
I barely stopped myself from crying, as it hit me once again how quickly she is growing up. I now look forward to her tap dancing show this weekend. I know I will need a box of tissues for that!
AARGH! I can’t believe this silly idea of ‘graduating’ from things like nursery school has spread to the UK! I always thought Americans were pathetic for celebrating graduations from things like kindergarten and junior high. Bad enough that they make a big deal out of finishing high school!
I know its corny, but it was so cute. And it was a nice way to mark the end of their preschool year, and let them celebrate moving up through the school.