Counting his "fingers in his pocket"
Going on a "Bear Hunt"
Receiving his "Diploma"I didn't think I would cry. This was my third time watching one of my baby boys graduate from preschool, after all! I was wrong. I cried more this time than ever before.
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Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby. Babies don’t keep.
-taken from a poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton published in Ladies Home Journal in 1958
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