shed a tear for another year

shed a tear for another year

Endings are hard. Always. Even looking at how much the boys have grown and learned and changed over the past year, it’s hard not to be a tiny bit sad that they are being promoted. Can’t Oliver be a kindergartener forever? And third grade is too big for little Simon.

It’s a cause for celebration, I know, and we’re going to do our darnedest to celebrate (movie and milkshakes are on the agenda), but underneath the celebration, I’ll be mourning just a bit.

Some things we’ve learned a bit about these boys of ours this year:

This kid proved to be a good speller. And to be completely undisciplined about his homework.

This kid learned to manage his time so he wasn’t always the last one done with an assignment.

This kid was unofficially voted cutest in his class. We’re not sure if the girls see him as cute in a crush-y way, or in a baby way, but whatever. Everyone wants to be his friend.

And this kid was, apparently, a shining example of good behavior in a class that sometimes/always struggled in that area. One parent said he “brought out the best” in her son. Gold star for Simon.

They’ve had a great year, and I am thrilled at what excellent human beings they are becoming. I suppose that even if they are growing up and moving forward, and that makes my heart hurt a little bit, I should be (and am) very grateful that I’ll still be there to watch the whole thing happen, the entire way.

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