Modern Mom: Not Nostalgic

Next week my son will finish first grade. As you might expect, I’m filled with an array of emotions: pride in his accomplishments, relief that we’ll have some breathing room from the school routine, and excitement for our summer plans, to name a few. But nowhere in my range of feelings is there sadness, not even a tiny twinge of anticipatory nostalgia. It wouldn’t even strike me that this might be a bit odd, if it weren’t for two people last week who told me how sad they were that the school year was coming to a close and that their kids would be moving on. One even told me that she was bawling on the last day of class. Am I missing a sensitivity chip? I’m the first to shed a tear over a Kodak commercial. I sobbed like the next person during Terms of Endearment. But I just can’t muster up any sadness over what I perceive to be a major accomplishment and an exciting milestone. Heart of stone or rose-colored glasses?