Today is Sterling’s kindergarten graduation at co-op. I feel like I should be all weepy and sad. But I’m not. He’s the third of mine to finish kindergarten, and the second (Poor Eden!) to have a “graduation” and well, I have a hard time seeing the point of it all. It’ll be cute and he’s memorized verses he’ll recite and he’ll wear a funny hat and I’ll take photos, but really. Why?
He can wipe his own behind, read anything and everything, add and subtract small numbers, and read a calendar and a clock.
There’s so much more to learn.
He has a solid grasp on the knowledge of Christ and Christ crucified – for him. If he learns nothing else for all his school years, he knows the truth.
But I’d rather he continue to learn. It’ll help him out in this life.
And a 25 year old who can only add small numbers on his fingers might make his teacher look bad.
But for today, we’ll go to co-op, stick him in front of the whole group, and recognize his greatest accomplishment in life thus far.
He finished his first year of homeschooling, lived to tell about it, and isn’t ruined for it.
Ah, the sweet smell of success.