Preschool Graduation

In just three and a half hours my girls will be graduating from preschool. Lucky as it is, I get to spend the next two hours bathing them, blow drying and styling their hair. I get to help them pin on their graduation caps and paint their tiny nails.

It feels like I’m watching them graduate from me if that makes any sense. This isn’t my last day, nor is it the last time I’ll ever see them, but it’s really been hitting me just how much I’m going to miss being such a big part of their lives. Without fail I see these girls 4 days a weeks from the time they wake up, sometimes til the time they fall asleep. I’ve tucked them in, taught them to read, add, tie their shoes. I’ve taken them to tea parties, the zoo, movies, brunches, lunches and bookstores. I saw the baby’s first steps. I watched three girls go from cradle to bed and diapers to pampers to underwear!

My job, while on most days can be as easy as popping in DVDs, is still more than just a job. It’s fulfilling. I feel like family. I’ve never once said, “I hate my job.” I’ve never had a problem waking up for work on Monday and because they’re so wonderful I’ve never experienced a case of “the Mondays.”

It’s gonna be really weird not waking up to their tiny hugs and their goofy jokes.  I complain that they drive me crazy, all the time, but I am going to miss these ladies from the very first Monday I have to wake up without them.