Everyone posts about their kid’s first day in Primary One but no one posts about his child’s last day in kindergarten.

Until Sensei comes along as well.

“Mixed feelings” doesn’t begin to cut it. Moments like this make me happy to be Chinese. Because 百感交集 epitomizes this moment.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m more than happy for my child to grow up and enter Primary One so that I can reclaim some semblance of my freedom (and dreams). I long for the day in which I can travel alone again, making random connections and acquiring insights about the vicissitudes of life. (When I was married, I still managed to travel alone sometimes hahaha.)

But…
Knowing that this would be the last time my son would be wearing his Sparkletots uniform made me melancholy. It was the end of an era.
I would never get back this stage of him. This finality is brutal and why isn’t there enough time for me to come to terms with it?

I did the only thing I could. I took a photo of him in his kindergarten uniform in front of the entrance for remembrance’s sake.