Ms year-end performance was this morning. All the Kindergarten classes did a show together, The Chameleon’s Colors. There was a group of K students on African drums who kept a beat all the way through, a different one for each animal. There were groups of lions, tigers, elephants, monkeys, giraffes, and chameleons. M was a chameleon. It was quite the array of tie-dye, costumes, and masks.
It has left me with a case of cuteness overload syndrome.
Please, I got teary last week when M brought home the handmade invitation.
For some of us, the waterworks started for real as we sat down. Max did a great job and so did his friends and classmates. Really beautiful work by everyone involved. Seeing the teachers in action always amazes me. They’re incredible!
Anyway, that’s where my head is today. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing here. Reformers always say, “it’s for the children” all the while implementing practices that aren’t good for them. The parents are the ones who are really for the children. And so are teachers.
This Revolutionary must rest. As we say in Yiddish, its time to kvell and schlepp nachas from our boy. I’m so proud.