Our youngest son, Eli, graduated from Kindergarten today. His school held a sweet little ceremony, followed by some free time on the playground (a luxury for half-day Kinders!), and then my husband and I took him out for a donut.
It was a special time to celebrate how far Eli has come this year – not just academically, but emotionally, too.
It was also a special time to reflect on this being my last Kinder graduation.
No tears from me, only relief. There is nothing bittersweet about this milestone; I am so ready, and it is so time for this stage of our lives.
It’s the whole point, right? To grow these little children into independent older children, into self-sufficient teens, and finally into stumbling (but secure) adulthood.
Maybe it’s the parenting “sweet spot” I’m in that helps me feel more happy, less mournful, about my baby graduating Kindergarten. I have the distinct luxury of already knowing that (thankfully) despite all my worst flaws and (hopefully) because of my best attempts, my kids will grow up to be happy, well-adjusted people. I have that confirmation with my oldest, and I see the trend continuing with my older teens.
So I know that I can let Eli go. I can let him sail through these stages and share them with him without mourning, without sadness, with nothing but gratitude and happiness and excitement for what comes next.