Today is Meg’s last day of 3rd grade. In just a couple of months she’ll be entering her last year of elementary school, as our district sends the 5th graders to the middle school. Given the choice, Meg would attend school year round. She prefers a schedule, not the laid back attitude of summer vacation. She likes being with her peers, going to music class and gym, having lunch in the cafeteria, riding the bus home with friends. She is a very good student, strong in reading, spelling, writing, music. Maybe she’ll be a teacher one day.
She made a friend on the bus this year, a little girl O, who is in 4th grade and new to our little town. They were thick as thieves, sitting together all the time, their brown and red heads bent together as they scribbled notes, shared marbles and waved crazily at me when the bus arrived each afternoon. O is going to 5th grade in the fall, which means she’ll be on the earlier bus and not with Meg. Watching my girl sob in her room this morning because she’ll miss her friend was just about more than I could handle today. I hate endings. My heart hurts for Meg, because she doesn’t make friends easily and knowing that it will be a year before the girls will really see each other again makes me so sad for her. I’m going to do my best to find a way to get the girls together this summer so they can spend time together, but I don’t know O’s parents, so that could be hard.
I’m glad that Meg had a chance to make such a nice friend. She was always so much happier on the days that she and O sat together. I hope that they will be able to spend time together and grow up as friends. Nothing would make me happier, and that would erase the sad ending we’re having today.