My baby has graduated from preschool. While I am excited for the next year, the adventure of kindergarten and having all of my kids in elementary school, I am sad as well. How did the time fly as it did? She was an infant just yesterday, I swear. I nursed her and sang to her and pushed her in the stroller, and somewhere along the way she grew tall and learned to sing her own songs back to me. Today was her last day of preschool, and I am sad.
Her teachers sent this letter home today, and I count them in my blessings and realize how fortunate we have been to have a wonderful preschool with teachers that have loved each of our kids - almost as much as we love them. Here is what the letter said:
We give you back your child, the same child you entrusted to our care last fall. We give her back pounds heavier, inches taller, months wiser, more responsible and more mature than she was then.
Although she would have attained this in spite of us, it has been our happy privilege to watch her personality unfold day by day and marvel at each new achievement, each new success, each new expansion of self. We give her back reluctantly; for having spent nine months together in the classroom, we have grown close, have become a part of each other and shall always retain a little part of each other.
We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned and enriched our lives together this year. We wish it could go on indefinitely, but give her back we must. Take care of her for she is precious and only one of a kind. Remember that we shall always be interested in your child and her destiny, wherever she goes, whatever she does, whoever she becomes. Her joys and sorrows we will be happy to share.
Please call on us if there is anything further we can ever do for her.
Her Preschool Teachers,
Mrs. W and Mrs. J
I know this sadness is fleeting, like a torch being passed from more experienced mothers, to me, now to others with littler ones than mine. I will always treasure the years when preschool was part of our lives, looking back on them with fondness and remembering the sweet pattern of days.