It’s an early post for me today, but sometimes you know in your heart of hearts, what you will think about for days, weeks, even months later, when you look back at a certain day.
And I know what I will think of when I look back on today.
It was the most beautiful day at baby girl’s kinder for her informal graduation ceremony, and Christmas family day. It was an early one this year, because the kindergarten teacher will be off overseas soon, and so they held the party today.
Never mind I am already having kinder withdrawals with 2 weeks to go. Not only will I miss the place terribly, the innocent culture, the amazing teachers, the kids, the community vibe… but I will miss their greenery.
After the kids sang some very sweet songs and Christmas songs to the parents, and were presented individually with a group photo congratulating them on their kindergarten participation, we took a couple of graduation hat photos, before heading off home with all her Christmas presents and goodies from the day.
I went through one of the bags at home. She had received book upon book upon book. I instructed her to put them under the Christmas tree, and she promptly did so, as I came upon an envelope…
I peered inside.
There were photos.
As I started to pull them out, I gasped, and burst into tears.
It was tears of happiness. Tears of gratitude. Giant, sobbing, shoulder-heaving tears. I went through the photos, only half a dozen, but photos that showed my daughter playing at kinder. Interacting with others. Playing with her friends. Mucking about on the slide. Posing in capes.
I tearfully went through each one, pouring over it enthusiastically while trying to gain an inside glimpse of her kindergarten life from the brief snapshots I had.
They were soooo valuable to me… because baby girl rarely tells me what happens at kinder.
She will tell me dribs and drabs. Who she sat next to for lunch. Whether she had a turn on the spiderweb swing or not. How many times she went to the loo. She seems persistent to not tell me much at all, and though I try to find ways to ease the information out of her, and the teachers put up photos of their various activities week in and week out, I still don’t get the feedback I so crave.
Which is why I figuratively clutched the photos to my heart when I saw them.
It was a build up of everything. How far she had come. How far she had grown. Where she had started when she started there last year, to today, standing front row during the songs and singing loudly “there’s a reindeer on my roof!”
I am so happy today. So proud. Time goes on, and sometimes it goes slow, yet sometimes it goes fast…
And it’s on days like today, these brief glimpses within our lives, where we look back and say “wow. Here we are.”
Here we are. ♥