Dear Miss C and Miss J,
I am writing this letter because there are so many things that I would like to tell you about my beautiful daughter, Katie, who is a new student in your preschool class.
Her favorite color is light blue and blueberries make her joyous. She loves Legos and Play-Doh.
One day she will love babies and playing house. The next, she will move on to trains and blocks. Please encourage her to explore and to enjoy the things that make her come to life.
Please treat her gently. She is such a nice girl, who wants nothing more than to please you.
If you see her hanging back from a group, please help her to join in. She wants to, but this is a new situation. She is taking it all in and needs to know that it will be okay.
When she says that she can’t do something, that she doesn’t know how, a warm hug works best to give her the confidence that she can do anything she puts her mind to.
Encourage her to be silly and lighthearted, as she is truly magical when she is expressing that side of herself.
If she should have a rough day and tears are ever threatening to fall, a hug of encouragement before redirecting her can make all of the difference.
She has such lovely manners and often yields to other children so easily, even when she should perhaps hold her own. Please work with us to help her to learn when to stand firm and when to bend.
There will be times when she simply needs for things to be “just so.” I hope that you are able to find a balance between that being acceptable and pushing her past what she thinks must be.
Please foster the whimsy that we’ve worked so hard to encourage. She has years ahead of her to worry about the big things.
For now, please just let her be a little girl. Let her live in the small moments.
She is my heart and leaving her each Tuesday and Thursday morning is one of the hardest things that I’ve ever had to do.
There is nothing that I would rather do than snatch her blue polka-dotted backpack from its tiny brass hook on the wall, scoop her up, and bring her safely back home with me.
But I don’t. Because I know that she needs this…she needs what preschool can give her and I can’t.
The craziness of the drop off and pick up makes it difficult to tell you these things in person, so I thought a letter would be best.
In my mind, I know that you’ll figure these things out, but in my heart, I need to articulate them to you.
Though I know that Katie is just one of 10 children in your class, she is my only Katie.
I promise you that the love you extend to her will come back tenfold.