My daughter showed no sorrow at the ending of a milestone in her life. As we walked away from school, she waved her hand at the building, said “bye” and never looked back.
As much as I don't want to admit it, my twelve year old is ready for more freedom and responsibility. As a sixth grader, she will not miss eating in the cafeteria with kindergartners, despite how cute they are!
When my daughter was six, I ate lunch with her once a week at school. I would see a sixth grader in the hall and think “those kids are way too big to be in the same school with my child.” During the years, eating lunch with Miss A. became less frequent. By fourth grade, the request was to bring the fast-food lunch, drop it off, and leave.
This year, I dropped off lunch only a handful of times. But my thought now was “those kindergartners are too little to be in the same school as my child!” Funny, how one's perspective changes with time.
I think I am getting a taste of how mothers feel when they are empty-nesters. Time goes just too fast. One minute you are teaching them how to hold a spoon and the next you are asking them to clean their room before they leave for camp for the week.
Maybe as we get older we become more sentimental. Or maybe it is just very comforting to drop one's child off at the same school building for six years. You know the lay of the land, you know most of the teachers, and you know how to drop off and pick up your child in the most efficient way.
As the homeroom moms were being thanked during the graduation ceremony, the speaker stated that there are no homeroom moms in middle school. Ahh, thank goodness. On second thought, maybe the orchestra booster club could use some volunteers!
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