recently, she came home and showed me how she can write a k, the first letter in her name. even as i type that, my eyes are tearing up and i think about how big she is getting. i think about her as a baby and how this once tiny person is growing into a big girl. i also think about you, dear preschool teacher. i think about what you went through to teacher her how to write that k.
no matter how much i love her, i recognize that it takes a special sort of person to be able to teach a child how to write. let’s be honest, it 