Weds morning, Fred and I sat in folding chairs on the playground of our childrens' school, and watched with pride as Rosie's class (well, the whole 5th grade) performed their "moving up ceremony", marking the end of their elementary years. That's right, folks, in a few short months my first daughter will be entering middle school. A world of lockers and homework and bells to switch classes, and crushes. Hard to believe.
Then the next night we went to a nearby university to sit and watch as my oldest son's 8th grade class had their graduation ceremony. In gowns and everything. We were very proud to know that he made it, even with all his struggles throughout middle school (don't think we didn't check to see there was actually a paper inside the diploma case).
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