Today is the 1st of December. It’s just another day really but at I sit and reflect on what has happened recently and what still has to happen before the end of the year, I really felt like blogging. I hate that a friend’s comments on my previous blog a few years ago now, made me self-concious and so I stopped writing every couple of days and just got out of the habit. I’m taking my inspiration from my mum’s blog these days and blogging when I feel like I have something to say. I take lots of inspiration from my mum. She’s pretty awesome. I know I’m totally biased in that but I also know there are other people who think that too.
Last night marked the beginning of the first part of my daughter, Natasha’s educational journey. When I returned to work when she was just 10.5 months old in 2009 I placed my faith, and a lot of confidence in the carers at a local daycare centre. In preparation for that transition I visited a number of centres and what struck me with this one from the moment I walked in was how family orientated they were. It was a centre co-owned by a mother and her two daughters. The director pronounced my husband Rocco’s name with the same Italian accent that my father-in-law had. Something felt right about it. I cried a little the day I got the call to say they had five days for her. It was a tough decision to leave her with virtual strangers.
Over the past four years she’s grown up from a chubby-cheeked crawling baby into a bright, inquisitive little girl (although she’s most definitely yell at me if she knew I was saying she was a little girl. Every day for 48 weeks of the last four years we’ve packed her bag and taken her off to spend her day, playing, drawing, learning new things and enjoying her life experience. I could never have given her those experiences.
Leading up to yesterday, she and I sat down and flicked through the pages of her portfolio books. I read the comments her teachers had written about each of the photos and memories came flooding back. Those who know me well, will know that I’ve teared up a few times, especially seeing her hand prints as they’ve made an appearance each year.
She started off in the baby room and spent two years being cared for by some inspiring teachers. Her carer in her first year is one of the most dedicated people you’ll ever meet. She will always hold a special place in my heart because she showed me, from the very first meeting, that she was born to look after kids. Her quiet and caring nature is still evident today as we reminisce about how little Natasha was and the things she did when she was in Miss Kylie’s group.
In her second year, she moved up to the older group in that room. I remember her coming into her own. Her teacher Mary Ann would always be so happy to see her in the mornings, quite frequently whisking her out of Rocco’s or my arms before we had a chance to catch our breath. Mary Ann took time every day to make sure I knew where Natasha’s strengths were and to offer ways for her to improve the things she didn’t do as well. As it got closer and closer to the time when Natasha was transitioning to the Busy Bear room, it seemed like Mary Ann would always take that little bit longer to let her go.
In 2011 Natasha transitioned to the Busy Bear Room. She went from being one of ten in the room to one of 19. An extra teacher to deal with the kids and to make sure she enjoyed every day. Her teacher Fatima, was new to the centre and I remember being worried because I didn’t know her. I had nothing to worry about. She cared for my little girl just as much as Kylie and Mary Ann before her and added makaton to Natasha’s experience so she learned a few words in sign language. She was the first person outside my family who knew I was pregnant with Nicolas and was as excited for us as the rest of them.
At the beginning of this year, as Natasha walked in to Shelly Bear, I remember thinking “Well, this is it.” I knew it would be her last year at Shelly Bear. She was entering the preschool program with Miss Michelle. I’d heard, even before Natasha started, how great Michelle was at preparing the children for school. While I believed it at the time, I believe it even more now. This remarkable lady has helped my little girl learn how to do things like tie shoe laces, recognise all the letters and count to almost 100. Almost every day she comes home with another thing she’s learned. I know she’d learn things if she was at home with me too but I would never have thought to teach her how to open her own tiny teddies or how to put a straw in a juice popper. I’ll admit that it’s been hard for me to watch Michelle introduce these experience to her. Each one got me closer to today. Of all of those experiences though, the hardest for me was the one Natasha embraced from the get go – Kiss and Drop Off.
While Kylie, Mary Ann, Fatima and Michelle were officially Natasha’s teacher there were other at the centre who also cared for her. When she was a bubby bear there was Thi. Thi was quiet but her smile was infectious and to this day I still credit her with the fact Natasha know the silly version of “open, shut them.” Thi left Shelly Bear at the end of Natasha’s first year and sadly passed away. When I attended her memorial service I was reminded of what a caring person the world and my daughter had lost.
Also as a Bubby Bear, she was cared for by Kathy. Natasha still gets excited on “Miss Kathy Days” and delights in making sure she hugs Miss Kathy and says “Good Morning” before she takes herself off into the Busy Bear room. I have some great scrapbooked memories to share with Natasha because of the care Kathy has put in to creating new experiences for the children.
In both rooms, Natasha has been cared for by Dina. Dina adores Natasha and frequently tells me what a beautiful young girl she is. Like Kylie, she and I reminisce about Natasha’s first days at daycare when she didn’t eat and Dina et al had to basically force food into her mouth. We joke about it now but it was so frustrating for all of us. Dina, like all of the teachers, treats Natasha as one of her own. She has a way of knowing what to say and when to say it that is unique and makes me grateful that she’s part of Natasha’s day.
Yvonne is one of the directors and was the first person I met at Shelly Bear. She is the one I’ve shared many moments with, just chatting about how things are going. Her wisdom and experience have made my experience a good one and I’m grateful that it was her centre Natasha got a place in.
They say you should save the best until last. In a way I think I have. While Fatima and Michelle have been Natasha’s official carers in the past two years, Angela has shared the responsibility, as they both only work part of the week. So while Fatima and Michelle get all the “glory” it would really be remiss of me if I didn’t acknowledge Angela’s place in Natasha’s life in the last four years. She is one of the nicest people I know. During Natasha’s first two years at daycare I got used to her saying “Hi” and to Natasha running over to give her a hug goodbye. Over the past two years I’ve gotten to know her better because most days it would be her who told me about Natasha’s day and listened to my stories and shared her own. She left a couple of months ago to pursue other things but the impression she’s made on Natasha and on me will be long lasting.
Last night it was Natasha’s official graduation from preschool. That deserves a blog entry all to itself and I’ll probably write that later tonight or tomorrow. I wanted to include something about it here though as it is the occasion that marks the beginning of the end. I am always proud of my little girl but as I watched her enter last night, leading the way for all her friends as the first in the line, through my tears I was prouder than I have ever been. My little girl is all grown up – ready to go to big school. No longer the baby she was when she started at daycare, she’s grown into a beautiful kid.
It was hard last night to realise that I’m fast approaching the end of an era for Natasha. I breathe a little easier knowing that Nicolas will be a Bubby Bear next year so it won’t be until 2016 when I have to say a final goodbye to these people who have become such a big part of my life and the life of my daughter. I don’t even want to think about how I’m going to cope with doing that just as I don’t think I’ll cope in 2019 when Natasha graduates from primary school or in 2025 when she graduates high school. Don’t even get me started on next year when she starts school.