Preschool

Deserving of its own post, the last 8 months of G’s life included a key milestone—starting school. No tears for him, just excitement, embracing the next step in “being big.” He started preschool in September and finished up in May. And I cannot believe how quickly it all went.

He made friends relatively easily, adored his teacher and acclimated to the routine of it all pretty quickly. His favorite part? Outside play. Of course. There he and his friends engaged in Power Ranger adventures, dinosaur re-enactments and good old-fashioned chase. I was worried G tended to the over-rambunctious side, but his teacher assured me he was ok. Whew.

In class, and I’m guessing here, his favorite parts included snack time, a universal favorite I think, and time on the listening rug. He loves to hear a story. There were the field trips as well. A pizza joint, local grocery store and some nature walks. G dug those big time.

As occasional parent helper, it was amazing to watch as each child progressed throughout the year. I saw transformations in G’s drawing, handwriting and in his ability to follow direction precisely. So, so cool. I saw it in all of the other children as well. Growing and maturing right in front of your eyes.

Of course they had a fabulous teacher. No words to express her devotion and her magic—at least that’s what it appeared to be to me. I watched her do a myriad of things, no single thing standing alone as out of the ordinary, but all coming together to magically to transform their little brains. Amazing. G misses her terribly already.

As many told us to expect, Paul and I enjoyed making friends as well—with the parents of G’s new classmates. I see a long future together, as the boys and girls move through school and local sporting arenas. Playdates galore for now. And carpooling to soccer practice just around the corner.