Scenes: We’re All Graduating

The subject line read “Graduation” and my heart skipped a beat.

Graduation. Moving up. Moving on. Moving forward, like a carousel that never stops.

In less than two months Little Red graduates from preschool. While I know this may not be a big deal to some, to me it’s a bittersweet milestone. This isn’t my first rodeo, I was in this same spot three years ago, but this time it’s different. Part of me is giddy at the thought of extra money in our bank account, and the convenience of one drop off. However, this preschool graduation is our last; the finale for all of us.

 

Bg E Preschool Graduation

 

Six years ago, when Big E turned two, I remember sitting in my car outside preschool having just handed out his birthday invitations tears wetting my cheeks, thinking “Wow, this little human has opened my friendship vault, and I’m so thankful and grateful.”

Before I became a mother, our friendships were limited to co-workers and people we have known since college. Making new friends as an adult is hard, and time consuming. Like dating, it’s a matter of meeting people. Unless you start a random conversation with a stranger at the grocery store and immediately bond over the price of eggs, new friendships are practically impossible.

Until…

You are inducted into the preschool community. That little human that popped out of your belly suddenly becomes the commonality you share with the other 100 people in the building. Bonds are formed between children, and in turn parents. Playdates are planned, birthday parties are celebrated and the yearly preschool picnic brings everyone together.

 

Preschool Mom Friends

 

In eight years, we built a community and lasting friendships.

Then WE graduate.

It’s not the end only the beginning. We ARE moving, but we are moving on with memories and a few great friendships to last a lifetime. I’m sad to leave this community of wonderful people, just like Little Red is sad to say good-bye to his friends.

When graduation day arrives, I’ll sitting in the front row next to dear friends who will hand me tissues as tears of sadness, joy and gratitude stream down my cheeks.

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