Xiana's teachers and school did a graduation ceremony for the kindergarten classes. It was darling! They gave them little diplomas in their little graduation hats. They called their names and some of them shyly, others boisterously, walked across the stage to claim them. You can guess which category my little Xiana fell into. They sang sweet songs, watched a slide show with images of them... still their most favorite subjects. I stole photographs of Xiana and her best friends, fortunate to be able to attend church and school with such a wonderful group of 5-year olds.... to say nothing of the support of their dear mothers. Next year, they will go to school all day long. I know there's a range of emotions... some of my friends are counting down the days until their last baby heads off to school til the afternoon hours. Others weep at the thought. I think I'm somewhere in between. I know that Xiana is excited and that she will thrive, but she's my first baby to head off into the known but unknown for a regular work week. It makes me really sad to think that she will be at school for more hours than I am at work... and not always the same hours of absence. I'm proud of her, and happy for her, but it's hard not to hold a little tighter. It frightens me to realize how quickly it all goes. I'm sad for Kolton and Argenta who will suddenly be faced with an entirely different universe day in and day out. She is, for all of us, so much of our day. Kolton can hardly wait to sink his teeth into school. He anxiously awaits telling anyone who asks that he's 5 in hopes that means he will go to school. In fact, at Xiana's graduation he looked at me, incredulously and claimed, "Hey! boys don't go to coo-ul (school)." I explained to him that of course they did. He replied, "Then how come I'm not up there?" I said, "because you aren't five yet." "Oh, well how do I get five?"
Silly boy. Silly girl. Silly time.... oh silly time. It.... flies....
