
Last day of school!
Lordy, it’s been a big week.
Teacher gifts were made. We like to give a token of appreciation to all those involved, even assistants and custodial, so I think we ended up making twenty gifts in all. Thank goodness I came up with this simple solution.
Wednesday night we prepared for the Annual Egg Drop, where students try to create a vehicle that insures the safety of a raw egg as it falls from the roof of the school. Neko and I spent the evening refining concepts and dropping them from the loft. Sure, it was one step away from prepping something for FedEx, but there was lots of talk about how to properly cushion something for an inevitable blow. Her ultimate product: an egg inside a plastic container filled with cotton balls, placed inside a cardboard box filled with balls of yarn.
Thursday night brought the graduation ceremony where Neko could barely hold it together. Public performance is one of her least favorite things, plus the week had been filled with angst about saying goodbye to Kaili, her big kid partner since kindergarten. When the ceremony was over, she didn’t even want to stay to see her friends. She got a hug from Kaili, grabbed a cookie and told me she wanted to go home. As we started our drive, I looked in my rear view mirror to see her, head against the window, sobbing.
I so love this part of our school, that the big kids are like family. Kaili has been a rock for Neko these past two years, the big sister she doesn’t have. I've made promises of babysitting and ice skating dates, but that doesn’t seem to help the fact that she won’t see her on the playground next fall.
Even though it was late, we spent some time in the hammock, holding chickens, talking about the night and watching the bats emerge for the night. “That was really hard for me,” she said quietly. “I know,” I replied. “And I am so proud of you.”
Today was the picnic and egg drop. The rain stayed at bay, the mood was light, and Neko’s egg made the fall intact. The day ended with no tears, but the inevitable buzz of adrenaline before falling into bed.
I’ve never run a marathon, but I think I might know what it’s like when you cross that finish line. Summer…here we come.