|First day of kindergarten
|Last day of kindergarten
On the last day of school, she showed all the kids and parents the 20-minute DVD she's put together of highlights from the year, set to Michael Jackson and White Stripes songs. A solid half of the parents were crying through it. She gathered all the kids together, stood above them, pulled out a wand, and declared them all first-graders.
The kids ran to hug her, and after it was Beti's turn, I grabbed her too and thanked her. I held on tight. I couldn't hold back the tears, and as she hugged me, she assured me that Beti would be okay and that she could write her as many emails as she wanted over the summer and come visit next year. I squeakily and tearfully asked, "Can I come too?"
I have always loved and respected the teachers I've known, but now that I'm a parent of school-aged children, the value I give them has grown exponentially. We are so lucky, so thankful, so happy that Beti experienced what could not have been a better kindergarten year.
What an emotional week.