The best kind of garden

When our daughter was in kindergarten, her class put on a show at the end of the year. It was during the school day, so I couldn’t go, but my wife videotaped it.

The highlight was the final song. As a slide show ran photos of the kids on the first day of school and doing activities during the year, they sang:

Kindergarten’s the best kind of garden,
The best kind of garden for me.

In the background of the video’s soundtrack, you can hear the muffled sobs of all the moms in the audience. The last day of kindergarten, like the first day, is a big deal—one of those milestones that children typically can’t remember and parents can never forget.

When my sons went to kindergarten, the teachers still made a slideshow, but they didn’t have the kids sing that song anymore. No matter. My wife and I still sang it to each other on their graduation days.

As I read today’s news, two things ran through my head: that song, and the fact that the little girl who sang it eighteen years ago will be coming home for Christmas next week. An extra hug for her and her brothers this year.