My parents will never remember this, but there was a time, way back, when I wasn't so brave. Not brave like I am now. There was a time when I cried at the thought of my parents leaving the room, and at the possibility of riding on a pony. Not now, not anymore. That was the old me and this year it is out with the old and in with the ... look out world here I come.
I'm going to be in kindergarten next year. It is almost July, so I guess it it time to say, I'm going to kindergarten "this year." It is big deal. At my school, we had a promotion ceremony and all the parents filled the room, there must have been one hundred parents clicking pictures in Mrs. Mo's classroom that day. Each of us got up off the carpet when we heard our name called and we crossed the floor to recieve our diploma from Mrs. Spalding our principal. Each student had the oppertunity to say something that we had liked about PreK.
It is fun to be brave. Not everyone is brave. My friend Cam wouldn't walk accross the carpet and talk to Mrs. Spalding in front of everyone, but I did. I told her one thing I remember about school this year, and inside I just laughed and laughed. Mrs. Spalding has no idea. She thought that I was just sharing a simple memory, an experience that any 5 year old would be joyfilled to relate in front of a room full of clicking cameras. What Mrs. Spalding didn't know is that I had publicly shared an inside joke. There must have been 100 cameras clicking in that room, all capturing me as I eloquently relayed a memory that all the kids in the class could recall; but the click I heard loudest, above all the other camera shutters, was that side mouthed click my dad makes when he winks one eye in the sly way he does when he means to say, "That's my girl."
Every kid in my pre-K class will forever remember the day that the big inflatable caterpillar came to our school. It was there for the big kids who had learned to read The Hungry Hungry Caterpillar, but once they we done using it, Mrs. Mo said we could sneak out into the yard and crawl through it. This is the special memory I told Mrs. Spalding I would never forget from school. What she doesn't know is that the reason I wouldn't forget it is this: when my dad picked me up from school that day, he peppered me with the same barrage of questions he asks everyday, "How was your day," and "What did you do?" On this particular day, I had a story ready for him.
Daddy: How was your day Abby Jane?
Me: It wasn't a good day (and here I cleverly insert a pregnant pause to lure him into thinking I had a bad day) It was a brilliant day!
Daddy: A brilliant day? Great! What did you do?
Me: Daddy Eick, you are not going to believe what we did today? I crawled out of a catapillar's bottom!
Oh, man, that did it. He made a funny face, then I made a funny face, then I started laughing, then he started laughing. I eventually explained to him what I meant, but for a minute there, I think he believed that I had actually crawled out of a real caterpillar. Whew, my dad, they say there is a sucker born every minute!
So, that was the moment. I walked across that carpeted floor, in front of every parent in my classroom community, in front of all my peers, and without even missing a step, I slipped the greatest inside joke ever, A Caterpillar Bottom Joke, right past the principal of the school and nobody in the room knew about it but me and my gullible old dad. That will be one for the record books!
Bravery comes in all shapes and sizes. This year I learned to master the monkey bars both forward and backward. I danced on stage in a dance recital. I rode a pony...and on my graduation day, I slipped an inside joke into the script right under the principal's nose.
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