Last week I stood with a hundred weepy, videotaping parents as we watched our children graduate. The kids were shiny and scrubbed, and as they mounted the stage they wobbled on platform shoes, fiddled with new neckties and tried to control their flyaway hair. Meanwhile, the parents tried to control their flyaway emotions. The ceremony was the culmination of two weeks of nonstop parties and events during which the graduates were congratulated on their stellar achievements. Now my daughter and her fellow grads, diplomas in hand, look forward to a stress-free summer, followed by the rigors of seventh grade.
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