Today, I will watch as my baby, the youngest of the Thomas Girl Crew, walks across the stage at school to receive her promotion certificate from fifth grade. No longer an elementary school student....the last of her breed.
I have had an elementary student (of one type or another) in my little family for the last fifteen years. And always at the school I work at. This is the end of an era.
Today, I will cry a bit, not only at the fact that this is the end of elementary school for Cali, but for all of her ten and eleven year old peers. I love those kids. They represent the best part of what I do.
Today, I will wonder if my other girls are okay in Shanghai, as part of the San Francisco Cultural Arts Contingent at the World Expo...knowing that they are missing their little sister in the worst possible way....they three of them are very close. They will be sleeping while she is graduating...maybe they will be dreaming of her.
Today, I will wish deep in my heart that all ninety-nine fifth-graders will hold on to their dreams and dance around with them joyfully, like they danced around the waves at their beach party yesterday, and not just chuck them away like the tattered back-pack that smells like old cottage cheese that no one needs anymore because it is summer.
Today, I will cry with sadness. With joy. With a little worry.
And with hope.