Preschool

I picked up my son from school today, and he looked visibly sad. I thought that it was because it was his first day back after Fall break or because he was sick, but I quickly learned that Ms. Susan was gone. Just to give some background, my son started going to preschool at age 2. Each year he would transition into a new classroom with a new teacher. He was fortunate to have Ms. Susan as his teacher for almost two years because when he moved classes at age 3 and 4, she moved with him. Up until that time there were numerous teachers that came and went, and it had become the norm to talk to him about teachers leaving and helping him to readjust to the new teachers. It has never been easy to walk into the room where your kids spend everyday and instead of seeing a familiar face, there’s a stranger, and you have to convince your child to stay in the class with them.

Ms. Susan had a special place in my son’s heart, and aside from when she was on vacation or helping train other teachers, she was there to greet him everyday and knew how to make him feel welcomed. A couple months ago my son purposely bombed his kindergarten prep interview with another teacher because he wanted to stay with Ms. Susan and not move classes. I was given multiple assurances from Ms. Susan that she would work closely with my son and mirror the kinder prep class so that my son would be ready for kindergarten next year. So when I heard the news of her departure, I was somewhat disappointed.

As I have reflect back on preschool, I become sad for my son, but feel an urgency to express my gratefulness for the “Ms. Susans” of the world. In the end, I’m sad that she’s gone, but I’m so thankful that she cared and showed love for my son each time I dropped him off. My only hope is that there will be more people like Ms. Susan that continue to work in preschools and see the impact that they are having on our children at a young age and stay as long as they can because our children get attached.