THE LIT­TLE GRAD­U­ATE

IS TURN­ING UP TO KINDY FOR A YEAR RE­ALLY CON­SID­ERED AN ACHIEVE­MENT? ONLY IF YOU CAN LEARN TO SHARE.

The Northern Star - - WEEKEND - ON A LIGHTER NOTE WORDS: GREG BRAY Find Greg Bray at greg­bray­writer.word press.com or Face­book: Greg Bray – Writer.

Folks, this week I was in­vited to at­tend our grand­daugh­ter’s kindy grad­u­a­tion. Se­ri­ously, how long has this been a “thing”?

“Great, just what we need,” I thought, “some­thing else that seemed like a good idea at the time but quickly got out of con­trol”. Like Christ­mas shop­ping on­line or pat­ting a stray dog.

But, what had these chil­dren done to de­serve a cer­e­mony, apart from turn up to kindy for a year? Do we re­ally need to raise an­other gen­er­a­tion of “ev­ery­body wins a prize” kids?

Still, I needed some­thing to com­plain about in this week’s col­umn, so when Long Suf­fer­ing Wife told me to be there, or leave town, I made the tiny eye roll I save for such oc­ca­sions then brightly an­nounced, “Try and keep me away.”

The thing is, it was ac­tu­ally a great event.

Ten sec­onds into the cer­e­mony, I felt ashamed for want­ing to sink my manky, old slip­per into it. The kids were so proud to be dressed up in their lit­tle black gowns and mor­tar­board hats as they col­lected their cer­tifi­cates.

Then they sang three songs, with gusto, one of which was Baa Baa Black Sheep and I noted, in spite of all the howl­ing about po­lit­i­cal cor­rect­ness gone mad, the words had not been changed to Baa Baa Rain­bow Sheep.

Af­ter­wards, as my grand­daugh­ter handed me some cake, it struck me that I’d learned most of life’s re­ally im­por­tant lessons in kinder­garten. NOTE: I checked, some­one else has al­ready writ­ten a book about it; which will save me a lot of time sign­ing roy­alty cheques in fu­ture I sup­pose.

Hon­estly, there are so few rites of pas­sage nowa­days I think it’s nice to ac­knowl­edge lit­tle mile­stones like this.

Cel­e­brat­ing the fact that, thanks to their ded­i­cated car­ers, these tiny tots were now ready to tackle the next level of be­ing a hu­man be­ing.

They’d learned to share, play nice, keep their hands to them­selves, ac­cept oth­ers are dif­fer­ent and take naps when they get cranky.

Driv­ing home I pon­dered how many adults would pass those tests and get to grad­u­ate from kindy.

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