Yesterday was my older granddaughter's last day of preschool. She spent three years at that wonderful place...with many of the same children who have become her "best friends." After school, my husband and I took her to a nearby park/playground where she and her classmates had an end-of-the-year picnic. The kids all had a grand time playing with each other.
My husband and I finally got to meet many of the children she has been telling us about. It was great watching her having fun and running around with her friends--some of whom will be going to the same school for kindergarten. I know she'll miss the others who will be attending different schools in the area.
As I watched my granddaughter chatting and playing with her classmates, it brought to mind a favorite poem written by Naomi Shihab Nye: What Is Supposed to Happen. It's a poem that I included in a memory book that I put together for my daughter as a high school graduation gift.
My little "grandgirls" are growing up--and I'm left with the same mixed emotions that I had as I watched my own daughter mature, widen her world outside of family, go off to kindergarten and then college.
WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO HAPPENby Naomi Shihab Nye
When you were small,we watched you sleeping,
waves of breath
filling your chest.
Sometimes we hid behind
the wall of baby, soft cradle
of baby needs.
I loved carrying you between
my own body and the world.
Now you are sharpening pencils,entering the forest
of lunch boxes, little desks.
People I never saw before
call out your name
and you wave.
Click here to read the rest of the poem.
My younger granddaughter came to the picnic too.
Mary Lee Hahn has the Poetry Friday Roundup at A Year of Reading.