Tucker graduated from PreK this week. Complete with mortar board, tassle, diploma, and a sand pail filled with summer fun.
His class sang several songs on stage, and my personal favorite was Good Day, Sunshine. (I'm pretty sure that's the most perfect song to sing at a PreK graduation in springtime. Pretty sure.)
Tucker was very much his daddy on the stage. Uncomfortable in the spotlight, not especially fond of all the attention, committed to the task at hand, and absolutely against any songs with motions.
All the children around him waved and gestured their choreography at all the right times, creating sunshines with their arms. Tucker: No Go. He smiled and made eye contact with his audience, but he was not doing that.
I remember Robb telling me that he decided before kindergarten that he would have no more of organized choreography set to music. He simply chose not to. "Stand out like a sore thumb on stage? So be it. I'm not doing motions."
Turns out, Tucker has made the same choice.
At the cookie/lemonade reception after the ceremony, his teacher came to me.
She said Tucker had arrived at school and said, "I have to tell you something. My daddy won't be here today."
"That's okay, Tucker."
"My daddy died, Miss Cheryl."
"I know, buddy. And I'm so sad for you."
She said it was the first time he has talked about Robb at school, the first time he has said anything about this change in our family. He seemed to feel compelled to explain why his daddy wouldn't be in attendance on such an important day.
She said, "You know what, Tucker? I think he will be here today. I think he just might."
With tears in her eyes, she said, "Tricia, he's such a good boy. Such a good boy."
He sure is.
A good boy with a diploma.