My life whizzes past as my children grow. Phoebe graduated from preschool today. They did not do a big ceremony--which was wonderful because I don't think graduating preschool should be monumental--but they did a fabulous show and some cute songs. They put on an abridged preschool version of the Wizard of Oz. Phoebe was a witch. Before school this morning, she almost was not allowed to go because she told me "I am going to push Colleen into my chair, and I am going to stand up and be Dorothy. I can stand up whenever I want." Of course, we decided that being a witch was very important, and pushing other children is never the way to solve problems. Happily, she played her part without any complaints, and we had a great picnic outside with her class and families.
And as a preschool graduate, she has decided the direction of her life. As we drove home, Phoebe was looking at the houses that we passed and said, "I'm not going to get married when I grow up. I want to live in a house by myself. I can get a dog or a cat if I want to or some fish or chickens." I'm glad she knows she can depend on herself for happiness.
