Wednesday, June 07, 2006

the last day of kindergarten

All good things must come to an end, and for Iris, the halcyon days of kindergarten are over. As if that weren't harsh enough, her best friend from kindergarten is moving to Chicago. Poor little thing, that's a lot for a six year-old to deal with.

I don't recall being upset over the end of kindergarten, but then again I went to a crappy public school in rural Maine. I didn't have a glamorous art teacher, two empathetic full-time teachers for my tiny classroom of uniformed girls, two jolly phys ed coaches who called us "whippersnappers", and many of the other niceties of Iris's school. It's going to be a sad come-down for Iris to have to hang out with me and her little sister, after the glories and dramas of kindergarten. She has from an early age had a keenly honed sense of nostalgia, and she feels a bit of angst about no longer being one of the cutest, littlest kids at her school who gets so much attention.


Green said...

Poor Iris. All good things must come to an end, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt like a bitch when they do.

the Drunken Housewife said...

She was a little teary and needy this evening over her friend moving away and a beloved 8th grader graduating and going to boarding school. She's afraid she'll never see them again, poor thing.