Back in my day there were only High School & College/University graduations…and we liked them because they were all we had.
Now there are graduations from Pre-School, Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle School, and from “I’m God’s Gift to this World Self-Esteem” classes.
Am I the only one who thinks this is completely silly and only an attempt to sell tiny caps & gowns, photo packages, and ample amounts of overpriced Hallmark merchandise to people who have allowed themselves to indulge a false-sense of accomplishment?
Not every completed task is a great accomplishment.
Graduating from HS or College is a great accomplishment and something of which to be very proud. These graduates deserve a lot of credit and praise.
Me finishing Kindergarten was no great accomplishment. I pretty much ate, colored, napped, and monkey-barred my way through that year of glorified play-time. No, I didn’t deserve to “graduate” from Kindergarten, to don a tiny cap and gown, to receive a diploma, or to have my picture taken with the Principal Brown, but my Mom did…not the pic with Principal Brown but the recognition part. 🙂
Mom’s are the one’s who really deserve special treatment when their kids finish Kindergarten. Getting the kids up early, cleaning and dressing them, fixing breakfast, packing lunches, making a scale-model of the White House out of Popsicle sticks, glitter, and paste, carpooling, negotiating the drop-off and pick-up lane, volunteering, field-trips, and countless hours of arguing with your kindergartener because it’s late and they need to go to bed but they don’t want too, so they keep begging for just “5 more minutes” leaving you feeling like Jimmy Carter at a Middle East negotiation except you’re at your house and not at Camp David and every one’s in their pajamas and a DVR’d episode of House is paused on the TV in the corner of the room in anticipation of the kids actually being in bed.
No, I say that–instead of all this kiddie graduation silliness–we just send Mom’s of kindergarteners and all teachers on a cruise to the Bahamas at the end of the school year and let little Sarah and Johnny move on to 1st grade (like we did back in my day) without all the indulgent fanfare and just call it a day.
Try that regalia on for size.
There, I feel better. 🙂