This evening we had Pre-K Graduation! By graduation I mean, we drove to the school. Teachers waved, handed up a trash bag sealed with a memory book and the shirt they were suppose to wear for graduation. I am not ungrateful, I swear. I bought a child’s cap and gown a few weeks ago. He wore that and they took a picture with him in the car and them masked up out side of the car. I know that that made him feel special.
I am heartbroken that he thinks that was normal. He is my last baby, this is my last pre-k graduation. I know that high school seniors parents can understand this feeling. I got back & forth. I am proud our community handled this with grace and kindness but I am angry that these experiences have been taken from us. I am angry, I am sad.
He doesn’t have any of these feelings. He is happy he graduated. He doesn’t know this isn’t normal. I am grateful that he is resilient.