L breaks up this afternoon, marking the end of her time in early year’s / foundation class. Although it’s two years ago in September, I remember clearly the day I dropped her off at nursery, a tiny three year old decked out from head to toe in school uniform. I could have burst with pride at L’s excitement, holding hands tightly as we walked along the path. Beginning a whole new adventure of her very own, and signalling a distinctly symbolic day for both of us.
Due to the system at L’s school she’s had the same fantastic teacher throughout nursery and reception, meaning a seamless transition so far. In a way, because of this, entering the next stage almost feels like the end of an era.
We plumped for Lindt as our parting thank you, from their Gifts for Teacher range. After a long week with my own children, let alone an extra thirty, I reach for the sweet stuff with a glass of Gordon’s and slice of lemon. As nicely as it would have fit into the metallic gift-bag, a celebratory can of Marks’ G & T alongside the choc seemed a little inappropriate.
Token packages aside, the main thing I want to pass to Mrs P today is my immense gratitude for giving L the precious foundations of her education. This invaluable mentor developed the confidence of my shy little girl, making her shine through all the things she loves. Showing L the beginnings of her own budding ability and guiding her steely strength of character, Mrs P sums up the true power and inspiration of a great teacher. Words of a slightly emotional parent that no present could ever be big enough to convey.