Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Tonight is Meet the Teacher night......it will be a first for me. Now, this is the 6th year I will be in a classroom as the Teacher. But tonight will be the first time I am meeting my child's Teacher. I won't really be introducing myself for the first time. Ms T is a wonderful woman and I know she will be a terrific teacher for #1. Her asst, Ms. S was #1's Mother's Day Out teacher last year and #1 cannot wait to have her old teacher back. In fact she is thrilled about all aspects of starting preschool. She keeps reminding #2 that he is only going to Mother's Day Out, because he is not 3 like her! I am not feeling any sort of separation anxiety, as both my little Bricks were in Mother's Day Out last year. And actually #1 will be right across the hall from me now, in the preschool. I am a little wistful that my little rosebud baby is old enough to be in the 3s program. I am certain she is ready cognitively for the rigors of the program and I think her social skills are up to par. I believe she will thrive in the classroom setting. Yet, I won't be there. I won't witness her correct answers and her honest mistakes. I won't see how she deals with girly drama and boys who knock down her blocks. Oh, I know Ms. Tand Ms. S will regale me with numerous stories and I am thankful to be in the same building, same hallway, same preschool program, so I won't miss much. But the fact that I will miss any of it makes me a tiny bit sad. It is another step in this growing up process we call parenting. At times I wonder who is growing more....and whose growing pains are stronger. I have been praying for this little girl since before she was conceived. I am proud of the SPECTACULAR creation she is becoming. I am thankful for all of the moments I get to share with her. And I will be content to share her with others. Others I feel safe leaving her with and who I know love my daughter already. She is such a beauty. A daughter like none other. A wonder, a gift from God. I love her so much.