i’m not sure from which perspective to write this.
from mama of a graduating preschooler?
from teacher of 29 kids finishing a school year?
from coworker to two adults who made this year so fun and fulfilling?
from spouse who is turned toward home in a new way?
from director who actually made friends with preschool parents but has no schedule to see them now?
from mama who is recalling the years with the older two in preschool?
maybe from each perspective it is the same. it is with bone deep memories that i offer this post. for 12 years i have done my job with my own children wrapped in it. jerry watches students who were my students make their ways in and out of his classroom at the high school. every may i wander through my house a while trying to decide how i will spend my time. i miss the energy of the classroom, i treasure the morning sun of my dining room.
my baby graduated. i graduated. we all graduated.