Another graduation on the horizon. This time, our last. (GULP.)
How to say goodbye to a school community that has been a part of our lives for 21 years? Here’s how we did it the first-time around…
When you have a brand new baby
and your mom dies during your first-born’s first-week of kindergarten
you never forget the steady presence of
and gratitude swells your heart forever.
And when that same kindergartener moves to first grade,
you thank HIS lucky stars, it’s
because no matter how distracted he is
she will find a way to love him.
And when the classrooms change and
becomes his teacher for the 4th year in a row
it’s no matter-
for with her, his thirst for learning is unquenchable.
And though, like most parents, you fear the demands of
you watch your son take charge
of himself and his work
with a glad heart
–and yours tugs when it’s time for him to leave this room;
though he, surprisingly, is
Ready and eager to move closer to the doors
that lead out of Marlboro Elementary School…
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