





She was also called up to shake hands with Mrs. Atkinson, Miss Ault and Mr. McTasney.
The students sang a few songs that choked me up a bit about life lessons. I especially loved the one about following the lessons of a poem hanging on the kindergarten wall.

"KITES"
I see children as kites...
You spend a lifetime trying to get them
off the ground. You run with them until you're both
breathless...they crash...they hit the rooftop...you patch
and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted
by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly.
Finally they are airborne, they need more string and you
keep letting it out. But with each twist of the ball of twine,
there is a sadness that goes with the joy. The kite becomes
more distant, and you know it won't be long before that
beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you
together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.
Only then do you know that your job is done.
-Erma Bombeck