From August 13, 2009
As the summer comes to a close, parents are busy organizing school supplies, buying fall clothes, and comparing class lists and teacher selections. It is a hectic, nerve-wracking time. We worry if this year will be successful for our child. Will he make friends? Will the teacher encourage learning and spark a true interest in my child? Will my child be the victim of a class bully? We want our children to be safe, love to learn, and grow in every regard. As I look back on each year in the lives of my own children, and the children who I see in therapy, I am reminded of my own angst when I sent my twins off to preschool for the very first time. I know that at the beginning of each school year, parents revisit the same worries, wishes, and hopes for our children. With that in mind, I wish for every child a year filled with successes that are measured by the size of her smile, the pride in his walk. I wish for each child the courage to try new things, the ability to manage failures with a focus on how to improve for 'next time', and with the hope that each day will start with love, laughter, and happiness.
I WAS A FIRST TIME PRESCHOOL PARENT
by Debbie Gross
I watched her go on the very first day
I waited for the tears
They came, but they were mine.
I wanted her to say, “I can’t go, don’t send me, Mommy.”
Instead she waved and said, “Bye, you can leave.”
My wings of protection
Were they large enough, long enough
To reach her from afar?
Did I teach her all the things she needs to know
To manage on her own?
Will she ask to go to the bathroom?
What if her shoe gets untied?
Will that stranger who led her away become her friend?
Will she tie her shoes?
Give her a hug if she feels sad?
I can’t believe how long this hour and a half seems.
I left her a lifetime ago.
Here she comes.
She looks bigger. Smarter. Prouder.
And so will I.