Tuesday is the last day of school here.
Emma will have finished her first official year in the system as a preschooler, and they celebrated with an official preschool graduation ceremony on Friday. Preschool graduation ceremonies, like elementary and middle school graduation ceremonies, are a ridiculous idea.
Unless it’s my kid.
Then it’s awesome and adorable and I was so proud of her. For what, I don’t know. Existing, I guess. But when I asked her if she was proud of herself she assured me that yes, yes she was. I’m exceptionally proud of her for that.
After uploading the pictures I took at her graduation, I went hunting for the pictures we took on the first day of school to do the “ohhhh, look how much they’ve grown!” comparison fawning. And then I realized that I’d never actually gotten around to going through those pictures, so I had to edit and upload those just so that I could make a big deal about the dramatic difference between now and roughly 9 months ago.
The difference is… uh… hmmm… ummm… better lighting? Proper adjustment to a school routine so we no longer show up with wet hair? A dress?
Actually, that dress is a pretty big freaking deal. Emma only started willingly wearing dresses in the last few weeks. I let her wear whatever she wants to school, and what she wants has amounted to whatever looks the least like something her mother would want her to wear for the past, oh, five years. She picked this dress out on her own because she was “supposed to wear something snappy”, although her first thought was that “snappy” meant “t-shirt and shorts, because you can move real easy and snap your fingers in it.”
Aside from a few skirts or bracelets or painted fingernails here and there, she really doesn’t look that dramatically different than she did 9 months ago. And to be honest, I’m a little relieved.
Because her brother is doing his damnedest to hit manhood by August.
I took this picture after his school play last week. I said, “Devin, can I get a picture of you in your costume quick before you take it off?” He did the rest on his own. And what you can’t see in this picture, or in the video that I’m not uploading to the Internet because it has a bunch of other people’s kids in it, is that he was AMAZING in that play.
I know everyone thinks their kid is amazing, but everyone in that cafeteria knew my kid was amazing. He had comedic timing and dramatic flair and – you know that kid that everyone cheers a little louder for and laughs out loud out when they come out to introduce themselves at the end of the show?
That was my kid.
I smiled so hard for so long that my face hurt the next morning.
I told him I was proud of him and asked him, too, if he was proud of himself. He gave a little shrug and asked me what my favorite part was – and he smiled a little bigger when I recited one of his lines.