We were once told by a wise woman that no parent wants someone else to help raise their child, but in today's time sometimes it is necessary. That same woman also said that she would love our child like she was one of her own, and that we were "co-parenting" in this thing called life. That sweet lady loved, nurtured, and protected our sweet little girl for the first two and a half years of her life. Robert and I then decided that it was time for Olivia to join a "school."
She began Immanuel Baptist Church Preschool last August. The first month was horrible. The crying began as soon as she woke up and realized it was a school day. Poor Robert was the one to drop off, and subsequently the one to pry Olivia's little hands off of his leg or from around his neck. She/We finally transitioned and all was right with the world.
Our sweet little world had a bit of a hiccup a few weeks ago when we learned that our preschool would be closing at the end of June. It's a long story, but the church had voted and decided to close the preschool. Here comes another transition YIKES! So, as of June 1st we have started a new preschool. Olivia loves it! There has not been a single morning of whining, crying, or leg/neck clinging. As a matter of fact when I take her she all but jumps from my arms to go into the classroom and see her friends and teachers. Without a single doubt we have her previous teachers to thank for helping her with the transition. Instead of focusing on the negative that the school was closing they discussed the positive of going to a "new big girl school."
She still misses her "brown school" and asks about her teachers, and makes comments about something they would like or say. She loves her "butterfly school" and is enjoying her new adventure.
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