Tuesday, May 22, 2012

"A lot of people take 7 years to graduate from preschool." "Yeah, they're called pretend-Doctors."


Today my oldest boy graduated Preschool.   I know, I know, it’s just preschool. I’ve heard people make fun of all the myriad graduations we have, which in theory should in some way diminish the value of the graduations that counts.  Presumably those would be high school and college. I suppose that’s why they call it a graduation, by measured advance we go on from one level to another; that being said these are my boys, this is their graduation and I am proud of them.

And I wasn’t able to be there.  I had to fly an airplane to Minnesota.  I suppose that occasionally flying airplanes is what pilots do.  Not being there makes me kind of sad.  I love many things about my job and I really do feel blessed to have it but in the satisfaction surveys I would definitely say that this is pretty low on the list.

Michelle sent me a picture of the Beeg standing very proudly next to his teacher, Miss Michelle, with a silly little blue graduation cap on.  And then I saw another she had posted on BookFace of the scholar seated on his table with his cousin Ava, cousin Stella and forever arch nemesis Mackay. 

Meema and Buhpa drove all the way from Island Park to be there though Buhpa had to return to Idaho before the ceremony because they had mistakenly forgotten some important medication back home.  Aunt KK was there with her aforementioned redheads.  And Grandma Susie did everything she could to be there herself though the doctors shot that right down.  (Something about a full knee replacement only two weeks ago).

I’ll be honest, with my job and everything I will have going on in my life I don’t know that I’ll be able to make it to every graduation these ridiculously awesome boys will have, and I know there will be many, but I do know that I’ll be proud of them and happy for them every single time.  Unless they go to the U.

Congratulations Brigham.

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