Not only could I not be prouder of my sweet little thing, but looking back on these three years of pre-school I am so grateful for all that she's learned. Of course, she's learned her ABC's and her numbers, how to spell her name, memorize her phone number and where she lives...but equally as important is that she's learned how
to make friends, to stand up for herself when it's not always easy, to get along with everyone, to be kind and compassionate to others, and to trust that I will come back at the end of the day.
She's learned that mommy doesn't know everything and she can actually teach me a thing or two. (Hello, 8 syllable dinosaur that I still stumble over...) She's learned that learning can be fun and exciting. She's learned that she LOVES singing and painting and that dress up is perhaps the best free time there is in her little mind. She's learned that there will be disappointments, but there will be even bigger and better triumphs.
For as much as she's learned, I've learned and grown so much as a mom just having her in pre-school. I've learned how to get involved and when to say "no" I've got too much going on already. I've learned the importance of making three hours super-duper-ultra productive. I've learned that there are gossip, cliques, and hurt feelings among the four year olds and the four year olds' 
moms. And I've learned shorts are an essential part of every little girls wardrobe. I've learned how to ask questions to pry even the tiniest bit of information out of a tired preschooler who needs nothing more than lunch and a nap. Most importantly, I've learned to strap my wiggly and wondering two year old son in a stroller during EVERY pick up and drop off and that 3 days 2's cna't come soon enough. (I kid, I kid...okay, not really).With kindergarten now just a few months away my yet-to-be five year old can't wait to start the next chapter...
