I know that I cried on my sons last day of Kindy and I am afraid that was two days ago and I am still sad. I know that this means that I chose the right Kindy all those months ago. I know he loved it not because of the resources, equipment or location but because of the people. They were patient, gentle, nurturing, fair and fun. When you walked in those doors you felt welcomed, supported and appreciated. I know that as a parent that was what was really important.
I know that my son was accepted for every little bit of person he is. They never forced him to do anything or to become anything he didnt want to be. He was given the opportunity to explore activities and friendships with such a wide range of people and things that he too has become accepting of all people regardless of their interests or abilities.
I know that the end of Kindy is the end of so many things. No more plain clothes to pick out in the morning. No more sitting and trying to get him to do some craft with me. No more being able to let Little Miss A wander around and grab every baby doll out of the place and gather them at my feet. No more tap, tap as little hands hammer little nails sitting at little tables and little chairs. No more veggie gardens and mud pits. No more midday sleeps with sheet sets and stretcher beds. No more flexible schedules picking your child up at any time between 2 and 2.30. No more weekdays home with his Mummy.
I know that this means the start of a new adventure, School. I know that this has me anxious, nervous and no where near as excited as I thought I would be. I know that so many new things all at once has ME loosing sleep, forget about how he feels. I know that such a wonderful kindy expereince has left me with such high expectations to match when it comes to school.
I know that he will survive and thrive at school. I know that he is soooo ready for something new and challenging. I know that he will be tired maybe even exhausted by the new full time schedule but that his little mind and body will cope and more than ever he NEEDS this. I know that the tears have only just begun. I will be one of those mothers crying in the car n the first day next year. But I know there will also be many more smiles, stories, and moments of pride and joy.
I know I better start stockpiling the tissues.
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