On the way home from our Memorial Day weekend at Nana & Grandpa’s, I noticed a rainbow in the sky just as we were getting close to Russellville. I called to M to look out the window. At first it was small, just a section of rainbow in the sky. As we drove, the rainbow grew, and by the time we reached Russellville, it was a full rainbow, touching the ground at both ends. Daddy pulled over so we could get the kids out of the car so they could see it better. (Okay, really so I could get my camera out and make some pictures of it.)

Maybe we could find the end of it and get the pot of gold, says Daddy.

No, says M, you can never get to a rainbow because as you walk toward it, it moves away from you.And there isn’t really a pot of gold at the end of it. Miss P said so.

Miss P is the voice of authority, as far as M is concerned. She is his kindergarten teacher and knows everything. Whereas Daddy and I know nothing. In fact, he once argued for a good 10 minutes with me at Cracker Barrel over whether been is pronounced bin or bean. We are from the south. It is pronounced bin. He refused to believe that I could be right about this. Miss P said it was supposed to pronounced bean like the food. Yes, in England. Not in Kentucky. The fact that I have a college degree in English didn’t impress him in the least. I am not Miss P, therefore I must be wrong. And that is okay. One of these days he will realize just how smart I am. It amazes me how smart my own mother is now, compared to how little she knew when I was a child.

Tomorrow is M’s last day of kindergarten. I am so proud of how much he has learned in just a few short months.  At the same time, I am a little sad because it is one more step away from a childhood that is going by much too fast. He is very excited to be an almost-first-grader, though, so I will enjoy his excitement and thank Miss P for making his first year in school such a good experience.

But Miss P is wrong about one thing: I firmly believe there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.