Today was 'Kindy Orientation Day' at my school.
As a teacher, I've always been stupidly excited and enthusiastic about days like today.
I love meeting our new students and their families.
I love welcoming them and providing them with a taste of what next year will hold for us all.
I love being that bright, confident, reassuring voice that makes the session
a positive, encouraging one for the children and has them looking forward to what lies ahead.
But today was Magoo's Kindy Orientation Day at my school.
As a parent, I woke up with an uneasy feeling and a knot in my stomach this morning.
I was halfway through my run before I realised that what I was feeling was related to the orientation.
Today it was my turn to be the nervous, emotional parent who wasn't quite sure what to feel.
The shoe was well and truly on the other foot.
And it was a tad uncomfortable, that shoe!
Of course, our morning was just gorgeous and Magoo had an absolute ball.
The staff were really beautiful and ensured that the children thoroughly enjoyed their experience.
There was a lovely, warm feeling about the session and
I am genuinely delighted about our choice of school for next year.
Except for the part where my little baby boy will actually be going to school (4 full days!!!) next year.
|Excuse me - I seem to have misplaced my little man and found this big boy instead.|