"And the seasons they go 'round and round......We're captive on the carousel of time......"
Today, I felt the Circle of Life take another big turn. My husband and I went to our first Grandparents' Breakfast at our grandson's school. He has very recently started in our local school district's preschool program. At three and 3/4 years old, my daughter tells us that he is the youngest in his class.
|OUR LITTLE SPIDERMAN|
OUR GRANDSON DRESSED AS SPIDERMAN ON HALLOWEEN
Our grandson is in the same school district that our daughter and son in law attended, his grandparents (me and my husband), and even his great grandfather (my dad) attended. He is the fourth generation of our family to attend school in this district.
The preschool was built just three years ago, but when he starts elementary school, that will be the same school that three other generations have attended.
The preschool is light filled, modern, and friendly feeling. His teacher and the assistant were very kind and patient. Many grandparents were there, and it seemed that the grandparents were all just as excited as the kids. The room was buzzing with good energy.
All of us colored,
and worked on a little project, and then in the blink of an eye, it was time for brunch. Our little grand took us to the cafeteria where we had refreshments. One of the other teachers stopped by our table for a moment to chat. She had gone to school with our daughter.
It was then time to go back and get our jackets and line up to go out to the playground. Some of the grandparents were already leaving to go home. When our little Spiderman realized that Grandma and Grandpa were getting ready to leave, he started to cry. Two other kids were crying a little bit, too. But our grand was really "boo hooing". In an effort to distract him, the teacher appointed him to be the line leader. He started crying harder. And then the teacher appointed our little Spiderman's grandpa to lead the line out to the playground.
Grandpa Spiderman and little Spiderman held hands, as we led the class out to the playground. Things settled down and the tears dried. Our grandson was surrounded by his friends on the playground and my husband and I thought that it was an appropriate moment to leave. There was a dramatic crying scene as we said goodbye. It was all I could do to not take him with us as we left.
We went back inside through the school to get out to the parking lot, and as we drove across the parking lot to leave, we could see our grandson with his little face pressed to the black iron fence rails, watching us drive away, still crying as his teacher held his hand. By this time I was starting to cry, too.
"....We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came, and go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game." --From the song The Circle Game written by Joni Mitchell
Am starting to get tears in my eyes all over again as I read this aloud to my husband.