This Sunday morning as we entered our church, my youngest and I were greeted with a surprise. A very welcomed one, my youngest’s preschool teacher from last year. Our church has a large congregation which is split between multiple times and although we all go to the same building, it is a pleasant moment to run into someone so dear to my daughter’s heart.
My daughter ran into a full sprint to her teacher who was already bracing herself for a hug. This kid is one who puts a big effort to each hug and this teacher remembers this child quite well. After an embrace, the preschool teacher begins to ask questions about kindergarten and my daughter responds happily without missing a beat. The opportunity was present for happy tears, but this kid was happy to connect with her favorite educator that there was no need for sadness. The moment was maybe two minutes at most as we were rushed to make it to our pew where Daddy and sister had already planted themselves before the service started.
The preschool is located at the church grounds and this year was the first in nearly four years that one of my children have not been enrolled. They came to know myself and grandma quite well in the car line. Each one of the teachers my kids had left a mark and they get excited each time they see a former preschool friend, helper or teacher. More often than not, we commonly see these educators at the grocery store and they remember each kids name.
I could not help, but begin to look back at my childhood. I don’t remember any preschool teachers I had and only really remember the ones from elementary school. My girls have been really lucky to have ones that they look forward to seeing even after graduating preschool!
