To be frank, I thought the idea of the “montessori graduation” to be a bit overwrought. Caps and gowns. Pomp and circumstance.
For people who were six years old.
I thought the woman in front of me was a tad overdramatic when she started tearing up before the ceremony started. A teacher darted in with a kleenex. It was all a bit sloppy.
Then the music started. Pomp and circumstance played by the music director, who is also our neighbor. The children walked down the aisle of the little church above the classrooms, dressed in their bright green caps and gowns.
And the tears started to flow! My tears! Cynical me, crying at the pomp and circumstance surrounding the montessori graduation.
What a shock!
Then I saw my girls.
And I was in awe.
They looked so big in their graduation gowns. They looked so beautiful. Their smiles were spectacular.
And thus the tears flowed some more.
“Mooooooooommmmm!” said my son. He was embarrassed by his mother’s tears, as boys usually are by such things. But not surprised at all. He knows me all too well.
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