To my children's wonderful kindy teacher, Kylie.
Sending both my son and daughter to kindy was a big deal. Perhaps a bigger deal for me than most. As a stay-at-home-mum at the time they were toddlers, there hadn’t been a day that it wasn’t me holding their little hands from the moment they woke (sometimes far too early) to the time their eyes closed at night.
Always me, always with them. Every single day.
When my son walked in the gates to our local kindergarten, his backpack looking way too large to be carried by his spindly little legs, I was an emotional mess. My baby – my last baby – was about to realise that the world was greater than the walls of our house and the safety of our arms.
But while I got teary about this ‘last first’, I was sending him into the care of someone very special indeed. Thankfully, that was you. I guess you could call it the 'happy-sads'. Sad for the end of an era having him all to myself, but so very happy for the incredible experience he was about to have as a kindy kid.
Kylie, you are something of a real-life Mary Poppins, full of knowledge and helping youngsters see the magic around them. You welcomed my son to kindy with the same warmth as when my daughter had walked in the same door, three years prior.
You had made my girl’s experience such a cheerful one, so we loved the idea of my son having you, too.