Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I’m not one of those moms who has an easy time giving my little ones wings. I prefer them to be tucked under mine at all times. I like to know what they are doing and saying, and I’m incredibly protective. For better or worse, this is the type of mom I am.
My spirited boy can feel intensely and love deeply, he just needs the chance to show it.
For a mom like me, the thought of sending my spirited boy off to preschool left me anxious. How would he behave? Would he be able to be himself? Would other kids like him? You see, for a mom of a spirited child, giving up that control can be anxiety-provoking. That energy, passion and excitement for life is what makes him him. It’s also why some people label him as ‘too loud’, ‘peculiar’ or just plain obnoxious.
Sitting in orientation, I heard her exuberance, I felt her passion, and I felt peace.
I knew he would be ok. Little did I know, he would be more than ok, he would thrive.
Fast forward a year, and boy did my little one ever grow. He is so thoughtful, so caring, so smart, and still so spirited. Still so spirited. She didn’t crush him, didn’t quiet him, didn’t give him any insecurities. Rather, she showed him, and me, that spirited is OK. It’s who he is. He has the potential to let people see who he is, and for them to love him for it.
I was nervous, so nervous. I am anxious for what’s to come. But I’m also optimistic.
So to his preschool teacher, THANK YOU. For the invaluable lessons you have taught that go far beyond the letter sounds and the days of the week. For the lessons about love, acceptance, and compassion. You have truly been a gift to us, and therefore, I know you are a gift to so many others. You may have my spirited boy under your watch for a few hours a day, but you have truly held my boy’s heart in your hands, and for that, I could never thank you enough.