We have really lucked out in the preschool department. I feel really blessed to have one part of this parenting malarkey fall into place. Lil-lil started preschool earlier this year at a local community preschool. She goes three days a week, from 9am -3pm. There are18 other four-years-olds, two young teachers and a teacher's aide.
Little Lil-lil bounds off to preschool with excitement, each and every time. Not one tear has fallen about a drop-off, the only she gets upset is if I'm early to pick her up. We're now on school holidays and she's asked if we can go and visit preschool "just for a couple of hours".
I recently accompanied the class on an excursion to the local fire station and it was a lovely insight to how the kids interact. Most of all, it was reassuring to see how much the teachers enjoy what they do, how enthusiastic they are about teaching the kids, how proud they are of their charges and how they genuinely care for them. Yesterday, being the last day of term there were big cuddles and promises of bringing in lots of holidays tales.
I hated preschool, dreaded going each morning. Cried, performed and generally watched the door until home time. So, it's a huge relief that Lil-lil is having such a positive, happy experience and one that she'll carry with her.
Her dad and I are just amazed at what's she's learning too. The little nuggets of information she brings home, the incredible drawings she's doing and seeing the whole world open up for her is just fantastic.
The pinnacle for me was last week she was sitting at her little table at home, drawing away. She came up with a picture of mum, dad and herself. Everyone looked as they should and our names were written underneath, I didn't even know she would write mum and dad unassisted. My heart filled with a pride I never knew existed.
I just hope her schooling life continues in the same way!