Before both my kids "graduated" preschool, I was one of those parents who silently mocked anyone who invested the time, energy, and money into miniature graduation parties, or bragged incessantly about their kid moving from kindergarten to first grade. I mean, what's the big deal? We're not talking about high school graduation, people, or a kid obtaining a degree in, say, microbiology. The transition from preschool to kindergarten is nothing, right? Well, to me it was... until my kids went through it. Now I refuse to apologize for going all-out for my kid's preschool graduation, because I finally get what all the fuss is about.
So there I was, in the audience of an admittedly over-the-top preschool graduation, listening to the group song, watching them parade through the pews, and laughing as they tossed their caps into the air to signify an end of one chapter and a beginning of another. And I was crying. Oh, was I crying. So you bet your you-know-what we celebrated the night away as if she'd graduated high school or college. That was our moment to be proud of not only our little girl, but the job my partner and I had done (up to that point) as parents. So there's no way in hell I would apologize for that party, and for the following reasons: