Yesterday afternoon all three kindergarten classes got together and presented a little concert for their parents, got certificates, and then there was cake.
It’s the boy’s last day of kindergarten today:
It seems like only yesterday that he was off to school for the first time…
I’m a wee bit wistful, and tremendously proud. His teacher told us his reading skills were far beyond his grade level (which doesn’t surprise us, because we read to him all the time, and he will read any text he can; if we put cereal boxes on the table he’d read them, but we don’t, so he reads things like CD spines and flyers that come in the mail and the company information on passing trucks as well as books). He’s doing addition and subtraction, things I didn’t grasp until the middle of grade one, and, perhaps most of all, I am proud of the thoughtful, sensitive little citizen he’s become.