Graduation

What is it about the sight of a bunch of preschoolers all holding onto one of those colorful parachute thingy's running around in a circle, that makes me all emotional? Kara's last day of school was this week. She is a graduate of preschool. A kindergartener to be, Kara the kindergartener as Ron calls her.

They had a picnic on Monday and played games and I pulled up to school and saw them all playing. I think it is this. The sight of a bunch of little kids, one being your own, reminds you of the innocence, and of a time when there were no worries. It reminds you that your child, who was a newborn five short years ago, is moving on. And, even though I really thought deep down that this feeling would be or had been changing, becoming less severe with each child, I realize that it's not. It has been a bittersweet experience for me to realize that they are growing up, each one of them, whether I like it or not.