Bennett graduated from kindergarten today, amidst sweet songs and sunshine. I wonder what he will remember from this moment. What do you remember from the end of your glory days? I remember matching mother and daughter knitted ponchos, hobby horses in a circle, a cold tile floor, and graham crackers. And already the antagonism of wills and the burden of proof upon my 6-year-old soul for something I knew had little to do with me.
I hope he will remember:
his first love
congratulations, my little friend!