In the end, the ending was so fast. After four years at the same school, Catie graduated from Kindergarten this week. And even though there were many days (mostly those days that I spent two hours in the car toting her back and forth with two energetic toddlers in the backseat) that I thought the end would never come…it did.
But the last two weeks of school were so jam-packed with cake, and parties, and Wild and Wacky Days, and awards ceremonies, and even more parties, that I didn’t have time to really realize that this was truly the end of an era.
Because of our move forty minutes from the school, the twins and Catie won’t go back next year. Which is a little bit mind-boggling. Ever since Catie’s birthday cookie was bigger than she was, the same group of teachers and staff have been a huge part of our lives. Monday morning chapel, the little canvas bags the teachers decorate for the kids, prayers like “God, our Father,” cow-milking and lassoing on Go Texan Day, Fall Family Fun Night, the sand-filled tennis shoes, linen lunch napkins, and bright green car pool signs hare so engrained in our routine, that I can’t imagine our lives without them.
I know, life is change, and we prayed about and discussed this change so much that I’m confident it’s the right decision. But I can’t help but feel a little lost saying goodbye to the school that was like family.
I guess there’s nothing else to do but move on.
And wait for the kids to realize that this was the end… that’s when then drama will really start.
Or maybe they’ve already drowned their emotions in all that cake.
