I've been a little more weepy than usual. It probably has something to do with the fact that I have been thrust into a whole new stage of life in a somewhat short period of time. I'm adjusting. And for me, adjustment usually means tears. It's not like I'm sad or even stressed out (OK, maybe just a little stressed out), but tears are cathartic. They're part of the stress management process for me.
Last night was my little guy's kindergarten graduation. In the flurry of activity involved between school and the ceremony, I didn't have much time to think about it. Even over the past few weeks, I haven't thought about much except what was right in front of me at the moment. But as we drove to the school last night, Mr. Grad pulled out a little diary that his teacher gave him, and she wrote a poem to him inside of it. One of the girls began to read it, and of course, it gave my heart a good tug. It was something along the lines of "don't grow up too fast and make sure to always do your best", so naturally the tears started flowing. My eyes clouded up while I was driving down 496 through rush-hour traffic. In a typically sentimental mom fashion, I yelled, "Quit reading that, dammit! I can't see the road!"
But as we arrived at school (in one piece, thankfully), I was still a weepy mess and had to head off to find some kleenex, stat. It hit me all at once: my baby was graduating from kindergarten. I no longer had a baby in the house. I hadn't had one for quite some time, but he was still my little guy, and now he was becoming my big, grown-up boy who knows how to read and write and has a bunch of new friends, and a whole new life ahead of him.
I navigated the ceremony with minimal tears. But I suspect that in the coming days, there will be more to come.
Friday, June 11, 2010
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Tears are cathartic. I like a good old cry. Preferably alone, so I can howl.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to cry when Zhen got to be 10 (double-digits!) and then 11 - because that seems so OLD. He's still my sweetie, though, thank heaven, and sings me little love songs, and cuddles. Oh,when he grows out of that I dont' know what I'll do!
I know what you mean! My "baby" graduated K too. I didn't have much time to think about it either beforehand because I was leading the whole K class in there songs! It still has not fully hit me yet!
ReplyDeleteWhere does time go! Congrats on your little graduate!
Wow, am I ever in trouble then...Benjamin will be six weeks tomorrow and I am already sad he is getting so big...well, sad and happy!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is such a sweet idea! I would have been crying too!
God bless you Jen!
i probably would have cried at your little ones graduation too! i've been a BIG OL baby this week and I think I could even get weepy over someone else's life at this point!
ReplyDeletelife changes definitely bring that out in us huh!?
hope you have such a great weekend!