Afternoon Delight

Afternoon Delight

From Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul

Afternoon Delight

A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher and a little bit best friend.

G. W. Curtis

Mishelle’s brown eyes sparkled during the entire ceremony. She couldn’t wait for the day she graduated from kindergarten, and had talked about it for weeks. Now she was standing on the stage with her classmates. Twenty five-year-olds wore blue graduation caps with tassels brushing against rosy cheeks flushed with excitement.

I snapped several pictures throughout the morning ceremony, capturing her big smile during each song that had been carefully rehearsed for parents, grandparents and family members. The highlight of the ceremony arrived when my youngest granddaughter marched across the stage to receive her kindergarten diploma.

She is quiet by nature, but I noticed she had little control over the spring in her step, almost skipping to reach her long-awaited certificate. I thought how beautiful she looked in her new pink-and-white flowered dress and patent leather shoes.

Following the ceremony, assorted cookies, frosted cupcakes and red fruity punch was served to the young graduates. While munching on sweets, Mishelle introduced me to several classmates in frilly dresses. Her chatter was excited. And rightly so. This was the biggest day of her life.

Arrangements had been made for the children with working moms to spend the afternoon playing games in a supervised classroom until their parents picked them up. My granddaughter was prepared to join the other children when her mother had to return to work.

I had an idea. Speaking to her mother, I said, “Rather than stay at school, can Mishelle come home with me?”

My daughter-in-law thought for a moment.

“We’ll have lunch together,” I said, quickly adding, “and you can pick her up after work.”

The instant her mother said yes, Mishelle began jumping up and down, clapping her hands.

A passerby, noticing her exuberance, said to Mishelle, “I see you’re very excited about graduating today.”

“No, not that,” she answered.

The bystander looked puzzled, and my heart soared when my granddaughter said, “I’m going to Grandma’s house.”

Diane M. Vanover

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