I am thankful for a certain kindergarten teacher.
For some reason I have had a harder time adjusting to K going to kindergarten than I did when J started school. That's a little absurd to me, considering he is my first "baby", and I've already gone through this with him. Maybe it's because K is my last baby? Maybe because J was almost six when he started, while K was just a couple of months past five? Maybe it's the differences in their personalities. J is Mr Social, loves to be around other people and meets new situations head-on. On the other hand, if you looked up the word "clingy" in the dictionary, you would see a picture of my daughter. She is sweet and lovable and kind, but she is a mama's girl through and through. Even after two months of school she still tells her teacher that she misses me.
I'm sure most, if not all, of the teachers at my children's schools are absolutely wonderful, and J has been lucky for most of his five years at Wylie so far. I think kindergarten is such a pivotal time for kids, though. Even though K attended preschool for four years, this year is her true introduction to full-day, five days a week school. And for someone like her who is shy, sensitive and unsure, having the right teacher is crucial.
You have no idea how many prayers I said before this school year started that K would be in Mrs. O's class. She was Jared's kindergarten teacher and I just knew she would be a perfect fit with my little girl. Mrs. O is fun and sweet and loving and just the right amount of strict. She's also the mom of a kindergarten girl, so she knows where I am coming from!
Today, as I do every Wednesday, I went to the school to have lunch with K. When I saw my little girl walking hand in hand down the hall with Mrs. O, my heart melted. Knowing my child is with someone she loves and trusts makes it a little easier for me (and her) to stand being away from her all day.
I wish everyone could have a teacher like Mrs. O when they started school. She is truly a blessing.