For a week or so, I've been doing a LOT of eye-rolling.
I mean, really... all the graduations are nauseating.
Preschool? 8th grade? Seriously?
Fast forward to tonight:
I'm sitting at my son's 6th grade "graduation". He didn't wear a lame paper tasseled hat. He didn't wear a mock gown or get handed a "diploma". But they called it a graduation, nonetheless.
They even had cake.
But, I'm sitting there, and I'm watching the video his teacher put together of all the pictures he's taken throughout the year... and I may or may not have been sniffling, a little...
...and I think, "How did we get here?".
I know it may seem trivial to some. It would've to me, had I been hearing of someone else's kid "graduating" 6th grade or spending their last days in Elementary school.
But... my oldest. He's going into Middle School. He's made friends he so very clearly meshes so very well with. He's finding himself. He's learning what he's good at and what he loves.
And I've been along for the journey. I've had the opportunity and pleasure of seeing him learn and grow and change into the person he's going to be.
What a ride!
So I say, celebrate. Take those mediocre milestones and embrace them, because they might not be the biggest accomplishment in a child's life, but they're an accomplishment, nonetheless.
And not just for the child, but for the parent, too.
