Graduation

My daughter has graduated from Kindergarden 2. A small step, perhaps, in the whole of her scholastic life, but the first one. To be sure, I felt a deep sense of pride when I saw her up on stage that night of the 25th. Of course, in her usual close-lipped manner, she gave my missus and I no warning that she would be the first to walk across the boards that night. And so left the pair of us scrambling to get our cameras out. Sigh. Well, the footage is short, but at least we have it.

There was a concert following the ceremony, and both the daughter's grandmothers were in attendance. She seemed to enjoy herself, doing the dance thing, and I suppose that was the most important. The missus and I recorded both her numbers (two cameras, independent filming, slightly different angles) and ordered officail DVD as well. Hmmm. That was what we did for her K1 concert too, I recall. Not that I saw much of the official version - the daughter didn't have enough close-up screen time, in my biased opinion.

But now that the deed is done, I find myself worrying about other matters, as most parents do. Primary school is very different from Kindergarden, and I am fraught, wondering if she can adapt. She is small for her age, and there is the constant worry that she will be picked on by bigger girls. At least, there are no boys in a convent school. But after a conversation with a friend of mine yesterday, that leads to another set of possibilities in my mind .... Sigh.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.