I went to my two older boys' grade five graduation yesterday. They're twins.
They do this graduation because our primary schools stop at grade five and then you go to a pre-high-school for six, seven and eight. I thought it would be kind of lame, but actually, it was well done. You could see a lot of pride in the kids, and they really felt like they were the top of the world for a while.
During this ceremony, they hand out special awards. I'm not completely sure how they determine who gets them; they sound academic, but as I'm repeatedly reminded by our teachers, we don't keep marks anymore. I guess its completely subjective.
Anyway, my second son got an award first - for langauge arts (a writer!). Immediatly after, the first one got the same award (different classes - two writers!). The first one then proceeded to get three more awards, including music, social studies and french. It was hard not to be proud, until I looked up at my second son. There he was, trying his best to keep his composure, but you could see he was quite upset. He obviously felt as low as you could.
Its hard to imagine what it must be like to compete with a sibling at the same level. Most of us have had to deal with the "I remember your brother/sister" scenarios, but to be actively in the same grade? Anyway, I tried to capture the moment with a haiku:
His parents' faces glow.
Receiving the next award
his brother's heart breaks.
As a footnote, my second son eventually received two more awards - one for music and one for phys-ed. So all ended okay. Still, the moment was there.
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