and the Diagonal Tank, which will be my next push to complete -
I spent this morning participating in, and, okay, I'll admit it, weeping at, my older son's grade 6 graduation ceremony. I have always prided myself on being tough, on not crying easily, on being strong and able to handle things. Allow me to dispell the myth - I am a #1 Class 'A' weenie -
I would like to think that not many people know this about me, but my hunch is I'm wrong. The ceremony included a slide show of pictures provided by parents of all the kids since kindergarten. I have always been an active school volunteer, so I have worked with most of these kids for 7 years now, and have watch them move from toothlessness and pixie haircuts to hairy legs and cleavage - not necessarily on the same kids, either. The teacher who had put the show together kept telling me that her goal was to make me cry, which, really, takes next to nothing. I well up at commercials, for Pete's sake.
So in the middle of the show was a shot of my son at his kindergarten graduation, a shot which I provided myself - I dissolved, bit my lips raw to keep from openly crying, and did my best to keep the tears from seeping out noticeably behind my glasses. I failed miserably. I am not sure why I am so embarassed about this - upbringing, probably - but I wanted so much for no one to notice I was crying.
Fortunately, LOTS of other parents were the same, so I was fine - fit right in - I blended... but for the rest of the day, I have been just drained, exhausted - this emotional stuff is way over-rated, I think...
hope I can handle the last day of school... and Elaine? Mission accomplished...
1 comment:
I was the same way at my son's high school graduation - and there weren't cute pictures of him as a small boy. I think its overwhelming sometimes to realize how fast they grow up. Love the socks!
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