And so we start a new year. I am making the most of every day in the school holidays. I love the fact there is no rushing in the mornings. No school lunches. Less hustle. Plenty more time.
This holiday marks a big change in our family. My youngest finished the equivalent of kindergarten last month.
They graduate these days with black gowns and mortarboard caps and all! It was just about the cutest thing I ever saw when my toothless five-year-old was standing there throwing his hat into the air and giggling wildly while clutching his Batman snuggly toy.
It starts a new chapter of school. It ends nearly nine years of attending the same daycare at Forest Glen for our family and I just about flooded the centre with tears on our last day. It really does take a village to raise a child and I have had the most beautiful villagers in the form of teachers at the kindy.
There was Ms Maron, who took my eldest in her arms at just six weeks of age. Ms. Maron could tell I was a hormonal and fragile mess and sent me a text half an hour after I had left of a photograph of my baby girl sleeping soundly. This gave me the strength to focus on my job. It was also the start of a beautiful friendship. When Avalon turned one she was trying with all her might to take her first wobbly steps. Ms Maron pushed her over onto her cute little bottom so I would not miss those first steps. Like a Hollywood script I arrived at daycare that afternoon to witness the historic first wobbly walk.
Then there was Ms Karen who always had a few minutes for a chat and to ask how I was really feeling in life. Then along came my second born, Nixon. Ms Jan told me she was worried about his eyes. Sure enough Nix ended up with glasses when he was just six months old thanks to Ms Jan’s observant and caring ways. I will always be grateful to her.
Ms Steph is another special angel. Nixon and Ms Steph always had a special bond. On really tough days when my mother’s guilt was beating in tidal waves across my heart, Ms Steph would take Nix in her arms and tell me she would not let him out of her sight. I believed her. Seven years down the track and Ms Steph loves that same kid today with the protectiveness only a mum knows.
Then along came my third born and even more special teachers. Ms Liffy just ‘got’ my crazy and free-spirited child.
When you are a working mum the guilt can be crippling. So to all our kindy mums who wipe our babies’ noses and make them eat their lunch and tuck them into sheets for a day rest when we are not there: I say thank you. Kindergarten teachers are special humans with angel-like souls. Angels who I will miss terribly now that my youngest is set to start prep at school.