My last baby has graduated from pre school. It was a lovely affair held in our back yard. He had been at the school for nearly 3 years. The hat wasn’t part of the ceremony, but dang it, I wanted to see one on his head so I ordered it up.
I was part of the planning, which was a piece of cake compared to what I was doing the next day, spearheading our neighborhood block party. We had a great taco vendor I knew provide the food. I didn’t want anyone to worry about bringing a dish. We set up a little amphitheater in the deeper part of my yard.
We asked parents to bring blankets to sit on and collected pictures of the kids through the years they had been together and hung them on string with cloths pins. I cannot take credit for this idea, but it is one to steal.
The kids marched in from behind the little chairs singing with their teachers Dewi and Douglas the chorus to Kool and the Gang’s “Celebrate”. We sang with them. Dewi has been with Rex since he was 2 and half. That’s a heartfelt hug. When it was Rex’s turn to get his diploma I delighted in not only his accomplishment, but at how happy his friends were to see him go up and get hugs from the teachers and get his honor. He also got the book they had been keeping on him while he was there. When his teacher spoke about working with the kids she teared up and I cried enough to make a bit of sound.
The kids played, adults drank wine, we had an ice cream truck. Couldn’t have been better.
Though it’s a sweet little school it’s an unattractive semi industrial area of Hollywood. It always a challenge to park as big swaths of the street are designated commerical loading for the production companies. It has been an ongoing battle and I thought we had made head way with hour Councilman that we need Green zone, that gives you 10 to 15 minutes to drop off. We also had a parking officer who let up on us this last year. One can’t drop off little kids casually. There is also an abandoned yard next to it ( Thanks to the DWP who own it and have left it to rot) Though in the the course of their schooling the kids and teachers took little walking field trips and found the cool bits in the neighborhood. Then the kids photographed their favorite thing. Quite rightly my son took a picture of a fireman. That’s my boy. So, it wasn’t in rolling hills, it was ok.
On Monday they had a last half day. When I picked him up I gave out hugs and presents to his teachers. This was it. I wouldn’t ever be a pre school mom again. Door shut. It’s a sweet time of life and I’m glad I got to experience it again through my kids. I appreciated more with them then I did in my own time. Which is why I think Rex is so wise to see it’s value now. As we drove to a play space that a smart mom had set up for us to meet and have a pizza party Rex shared this:
“Momma, I’m sad. I want to stay in preschool for the rest of my life and play with my friends.”
I understand, I said. I didn’t say. It doesn’t get better. This is the most carefree you’ll ever be in your life. You are right to be sad about this passing moment. In a few years, more of life’s detris will come crashing on you, play while you can my son!
Then I dabbed away my tears with the parking ticket I had just gotten for parking in a commercial loading zone near his school. Maybe, after all, I was ready to move on.