I recently had my last day of elementary school. Technically, it was my youngest daughter’s last day, but I’ve been at that school longer than she has, having had two daughters there.
For the last 10 years, I’ve started out my weekdays on that campus, dropping my daughter off, going to PTA meetings, volunteering, and chatting with fellow parents on our way back to our cars. I’ve attended countless concerts and dance performances – if I have to hear those same holiday songs one more time……oh yeah, I don’t anymore. One morning, my daughter asked me why I say hi to everyone on campus, and I told her that “it takes a village” and that these people are part of my village. She rolled her eyes, but she gets it.
On the second to last day of school, there was a fifth grade graduation ceremony, complete with a processional, songs, dances, speeches and poems. I was prepared with my tissues. Afterwards, we took our daughter for a lovely celebratory lunch. Being a cultured child, she chose Indian food.
But the next day was the most difficult. The kids had a party, but the parents just did drop-off as usual. I chatted with two moms for about a half-hour on the corner before we went our separate ways. I think none of us wanted it to be over so we just stood there talking to prolong our experience. Only when I got home did the tears flow.
I will so miss walking my daughter to her classroom every day. Sometimes she even let me hold her hand when we walked to class. I will miss the sweetness and innocence of elementary school children. Middle school is filled with streetwise kids who are rarely separated from their electronic devices. Middle school dropoff hardly entails stopping the car completely. So goodbye to sweet elementary school and hello to not being able to help with science or math homework anymore, no more hours of volunteering, and no more holiday songs…..er, well they probably sing different holiday songs in middle school!