About a month ago I got a letter from my son’s school (which i really like) saying that his class Pre-K3 was going to participate in the school’s graduation ceremony. I smiled ’cause to me graduations come when you are 17 and graduate High School and the 21 and graduate college. Those were the only two graduations I had. One in Nicaragua and one in Boston (with 20k of my closest friends).
Don’t get me wrong I thought it was super cute the whole VPK and Kinder graduation but as I kept on reading I was somewhat surprised. His class was performing Head,Shoulders, Knees and Toes and I had to dish out $16 for his outfit and tickets, yes, tickets were $10 per person. I wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of having to pay $36 when I could see him perform for free at home.
And so last Sunday was the graduation. He wore his outfit (red shorts & t-shirt from Walmart) and we headed to the local High School auditorium. The place was packed! The program we were handed was pretty similar to a Playbill – six pages long. My son’s performance was on page 3 and when we got to it I couldn’t believe myself. I started taking pictures – I only took four – but decided against it because I was missing out. I was so proud you would think the kid was getting a Noble Price or had just scored the winning points for the Heat. This rendition of HSKT was worth the money for sure. I have no pictures to show for it. Only the memory.
As he performed I thought about my Mom and how she must feel the same for me and my sister. It was all so clear.
Today at school he got a diploma and a ribbon that said “Congrats PreK 3″. When we got home I asked him to put it on so I could take some pictures. He did. He ripped the diploma. He made faces at the camera. He took off the ribbon and threw it on the floor. It was like seeing myself and my mom I guess we do turn into our mothers.
PS. Te quiero Mami!