Benjamin graduated Kindergarden yesterday. Before the ceremony his teacher came to me saying that Ben "burst" (burst was the word she used) into tears because he didn't want to wear his hat. She looked at me for some sort of feedback, but all I could do was shrug and shake my head. It's just a hat. I stood listening to her reason with me that she can't make him wear it and he might be the only one without a hat and I smiled and nodded and tried to assure her that he (and she) would be just fine. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I find kindergarden graduations to be the most ridiculous things on the planet. But, if you build it, they will come and bring cameras. I was there among 44 other sets of parents, grandparents,
siblings, etc. only because I didn't want to be the asshole who didn't show up to take a picture when they handed him his fake diploma. What a crock.
Amazingly enough, Benjamin stood on stage, singing his songs and going through the motions as if thinking the whole time, "this is the most ridiculous thing on the planet," but all the while, wearing his hat. I have to admit the ceremony was pretty cute, but I have a feeling, we were all just there for the cookies.
You know, as a grandparent, I want to celebrate milestones with my grandchildren, but I have to agree on this one. It seems a bit silly. My St. Louis grandchildren haven't had those graduations, from pre-school or kindergarten. I'm glad.
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