The Littlest Graduate.
My three-year-old son’s first preschool graduation is tomorrow and I’m anticipating a full cute overload. I may actually need medical attention over the weekend.
He’s not graduating from preschool entirely. He’s young enough that he’ll be taking another year of preschool in the fall. It’s the following year’s graduation that will see him move from preschool to kindergarten. But that’s another matter. Tomorrow he’s getting a little graduation cap (oh god), will be singing a little song with his classmates (Oh God), and there will even be a little graduation party at the school after the ceremony (OH GOD). I can feel the cute overload creeping in already, threatening to overwhelm me. I may not make it to graduation day.
He’s been making real progress at this school. He hasn’t quite hit all the “benchmarks” the teachers have set for him, but he’s still very young and I’m confident he’ll excel in next year’s preschool program. I’m also excited for next year’s schedule, which will see me getting more of my daytime back for doing things like housework and script writing. It will be nice to be able to do work before nightfall again.
Hats off to you, my little kinda-graduate. Daddy hopes he’ll make it to the ceremony before the cuteness overtakes him.