Tomorrow my eldest son, The Monster, graduates from Kindergarten. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't think this was a bit silly. I might feel bad about saying it, but he doesn't even seem to be that worked up about it. To him, it's just another day.
So what is this whole ceremony thing all about? Congratulations, you can color inside the lines, write your first and last name, and add and subtract simple digits. Way to go dude!
All sarcasm aside, I was very unimpressed with my son's kindergarten experience. There was never a stitch of homework and part of their curriculum seemed to be at least 45 minutes of Disney movies per day. He was routinely picked on by a set of twins who will probably end up in a correctional facility later in life. He learned a few new choice cuss words that would make a sailor blush.
There were some high points. He was super excited to show off his math skills, which I'll admit he took to like a fish to water. He was an escort at the Fall Festival and he was the crown bearer for Homecoming. He loved his music teacher and he explained to me how to correctly place books back on the shelf as taught to him by the librarian.
I feel like them having a ceremony for Kindergartners to move to First grade is along the lines of not keeping score in sports or giving everyone a trophy even though they didn't win. It takes the specialness out of achievement. The end of year awards ceremonies where you get certificates for things you accomplished during the year should be enough. Why do the Kindergartners need to graduate along with the Sixth graders and the Seniors? I don't remember having a graduation ceremony until I was a Senior. Then it's special. Then it's an accomplishment. You survived 13 years of homework, peer pressure, clique discrimination, mean teachers, getting up to early, and bad cafeteria food. Congratulations. Now go get a job.
Despite all my whining and complaining and lamenting that this whole business is nonsense, you know I will be front and center with my camera tomorrow. Cheering my baby on as he walks the stage in his cap and gown, ready to enter the real world. Of First Grade.
But I swear I will not cry. Cause that would really be ridiculous.