One thing is very clear. If the
future leaders of our country will need a mastery of nose picking skills, then
we have nothing to worry about…these kids got that nailed!
Since I really didn’t do anything, I had plenty of time to observe the
few hundred people sitting around me.
Wow! That’s the simplest way to
put it. Wow!
I saw several smaller children misbehaving without much correction, but
one was particularly funny. A young man,
much younger than those graduating, pulled his pants down in the corner of the
room. It took me a minute to figure out
that he was working on pulling his diaper off.
Yes indeed, if dad hadn’t come to the rescue this fine young man would
have urinated in the corner.
Now since I don’t have kids and I didn’t graduate from anything before
high school, I don’t quite grasp the big to do with a preschool
graduation. It seems like it might be
more of an event designed for the adults.
First you have the teachers and administrators who have worked with the
kids throughout their time in preschool.
That’s maybe two or three years I am guessing that they have watched these
kids grow. But from what I saw of this
group of people, it seems like a big deep sigh of relief. They have done their time with these kids and
now they are somebody else’s problem.
Woohoo for them!
Then you have the parents. I’m
not sure it’s such a huge accomplishment that the kid has survived two or three
years of preschool. Do they not realize
that they now have another 13-17 years to continue pushing these kids through
school? I got the impression from some of
the parents that this might be the only graduation they ever get to attend for
the child.
I had to wonder exactly what the accomplishment was of some of the
kids. Goodness, not a one of them could
follow directions. What did they spend a
couple years teaching these kids, anyway?
Oh yea, the first sentence of the Gettysburg Address, how to say a bunch
of Spanish numbers followed by a quick wiggle and a loud “cha cha cha,” and all
of the states in alphabetical order. I
think it was about Minnesota before I deciphered that they were in fact
screaming the name of the states.
There were certainly a wide spread spectrum of parents. We had a couple stripper moms. I’m not hating on them, they make a nice
income. They were easy to spot with their shorty, shorts, their fake jumblies
hanging out and tattoos that didn’t make me want to whip out a $1.
There were a couple dads who could have been easily confused with their
kids, being loud and obnoxious. It was
equally as easy to pair up the children with Mohawks and mullets to the dads
with Mohawks and mullets.
Another thing I noticed was that nobody seemed overly happy to be
there. I think I heard the entire list
of complaints from those who walked by. “When
is this going to be over?” “I’m hungry
and tired.” “That kid is ugly.” “That kids mom is ugly.” And the list goes on…
As I watched the video collage of photos scrolling on the screen that
included baby photos too, one thing became very clear. Regardless of the reason that brought all
these people together, despite what anyone looked like or said, each one of
these children came into this world beautiful and perfect. Being at that graduation was a gift for each
one of them, even if they have long since taken it for granted.
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