I took this picture last week. It marks a moment in our history. A chapter. I’m not sure I’m totally ready for it, but then again I’m not sure I’d ever be ready. But as we all know, the clock keeps ticking …
This week, it happened. My oldest started kindergarten. I dreaded the day, but when it came we were both so excited. It wasn’t until the school bus pulled up and our 3 year old began to cry, “No sissy, don’t go. I’ll miss you too much.” Cue the tears. We waved goodbye to the bus and tried our best to hold it together. We headed up to the school to be sure she was settled into her classroom. And we wanted one more hug. I am so glad we did. She was ready for school. And she has loved every minute of school so far.
This same week our middle child started preschool. His best buddy is in his class and I have no doubt that the two of them will do just fine. In fact, I told him I was going to leave the room and he simply said, “Ok.” My heart is glad that he is growing in confidence.
Our son’s preschool teacher gave us this poem before we left the school. I thought it was sweet and wanted to share it with you. I suppose it is a good reminder, too. What are we doing, saying and being for our children? They are watching.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN’T LOOKING
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you displayed my first report, and I wanted to do another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you gave me a sticker, and I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you put your arm around me, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt–but that it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking–I looked…and wanted to say thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn’t looking.
By Mary Rita Schilke Korzan