Lessons learned in Preschool

It’s gone by so fast. I know, I know … They are clichés for a reason — so often they ring true.

20160511_102215_resizedAfter a year of preschool, Miles has learned so much. The difference I see in my almost 5-year-old little guy is incredible. I don’t know how his head hasn’t exploded with all the stuff he’s taken in — and not just shoved away in a corner — but really, truly comprehended.

presschoolBut all that being said — with that big, ol’ giant brain of his — I think I learned and grew even more than he did.

I teared up watching him walk up in the media center of Culver Family Learning Center Wednesday morning to get his rolled up diploma. Yes, it’s hard for me to imagine him getting one year older. Of course, I’m emotional, thinking of all that he’s learned and accomplished in a year’s time. But selfishly, those tears and the tickly, choked-up feeling I got was about me.

ps3All these days, weeks and months when Ms. Keri was so patiently (seriously guys, this woman — along with the paraprofessionals in her room, Ms. Angie and Ms. Kelly — is a saint) teaching Miles how to write, refining his ability to recognize shapes and firing up his curiosity for all things nature-related, I was learning too. Yep, Miles was schooling me. Or maybe life.

ps1Or both.

Either way, each day I was leveling up in parenting. I was tackling challenges I’d never been faced with before, crossing bridges I hadn’t even thought about. I was learning that previous thoughts of self-doubt in the work/parent balance were child’s play. Wait until you throw school activities and extracurriculars into the mix with work, nonprofit responsibilities and the occasional desire to have a social life.

Yep, life was teaching me this lesson.

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But … and here’s the coolest part guys … I made it. Yep, Miles made it too. He graduated preschool, but his parents did too. And we earned all kinds of parenting badges along the way.

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