a letter to the teachers...

It seems like only yesterday that I wrote this.

Now I'm at the other side, facing {p}'s last day of Kindergarten tomorrow. I don't know how it passed by so quickly... all of those paper projects and milestones that mark the first year of school are now safely tucked away in a plastic box and my heart. I'm so thankful to be able to look back on this year and know that it was right. It was right and good and everything we could hope for. I prayed so specifically for the right teacher, for the right classroom, for the right classmates. And I can look back now and know without a doubt that God placed {p} in the place where he belonged. A place where he would be comfortable, yet challenged. A place where he could both be encouraged and be an encourager to others. A place where I was welcomed as a worrying, overprotective mother. And, more than anything, a place where he was loved.

Thank you, Miss Pence and Mrs. Sharon, for giving our child a foundation that will carry him far. Thank you for the fun, creative activities. Thank you for the structure and organization. Thank you for the all of the time that you spent thinking about and planning for school. Thank you for the small things, like the Christmas picture of Pixie.... and for the big things, like the hugs that helped get him through the first two weeks of school. Thank you for accepting the caterpillars, the moths, and the lizard with excitement. Thank you for making Kindergarten a magical place. Thank you for being calm, kind, and loving. Thank you for knowing how special {p} is to us, and for seeing that in him as well. Thank you for all that you have given to us this year... especially the peace that comes from knowing that {p} was exactly where he needed to be, with teachers who were clearly an answer to our prayers.