Preschool has had a dramatic and possitive effect on our lives. For the first few days, Elizabeth was nervous and begging me not to leave. She was so nervous that she wouldn’t even smile for her first day of school picture.
By last class, she hugged and kissed me goodbye and ran off after her favorite teacher. I swear I stood there for about thirty seconds before I realized that I just needed to leave and she was fine.
Elizabeth is both loving it and really getting its messages.
Yesterday she was washing her hands better than I had ever seen her and singing a song quietly to herself. The words of the song were about washing both sides of the hands. She said she learned the song in preschool.
This morning I told Elizabeth that I was getting frustrated with her (after we dressed her to go outside for the second time and she was changing her mind again). Here was our conversation:
Elizabeth: You are frustrated?
Me: Yes, I am getting frustrated.
Elizabeth: If you are frustrated you need to stop, breath, and think.
I told her she was right and then burst out laughing. I called Duncan immediately to tell him.
Considering she has only gone five times (and only four times alone), I am very impressed at what she has learned.
I think this is going to work out really well for all of us.
~Krista
