But, then again, so, too, were the first and second . . .
Edgar started preschool in September in what I now see was the right place for him at the right time. A beautiful Montessori-inspired center, it was a gentle introduction for him to formal education.
When the opportunity then presented itself, however, for Edgar to spend some time learning with the founder and former director of Oscar’s inimitable preschool, Miss Dawn, it was truly a match made in pedagogical heaven. He had attention galore, mastered significant skills, achieved milestones that until his time with her had eluded him. In short, it was as productive a time as it was magical; and we will forever be indebted to Miss Dawn for her able tutelage and resounding love.
However, after the holidays, we learned we needed to make another set of arrangements for preschool for Edgar. This was not a surprise to us as Miss Dawn had indicated to us early on that this may be a very real possibility; but trying to find room at the inn in any preschool in the month of January is a challenge to say the least. Fortunately, after a bit of digging, we found a place that was able, willing, and eager to accommodate us–and we were able to breathe a collective sigh of relief.
Edgar began his third preschool placement this week; and despite the residual cold germs making their final pass through his slender frame, his first two days have been a success. Today I even found a photo in his cubby–of him and a little girl in his class, captioned “My New Friend Hannah.”
There aren’t many people–and I count myself among them–who handle transition with the ease Edgar seems to manifest. He accepts the inevitability of change with a grace I admire and should strive to emulate.
When I asked him tonight how he liked his new preschool, he said, “I really miss Miss Dawn, but I love my new school.” This speaks to his ability to consider and comment on the past but to live truly in the present.
That we should all be so at peace with the ebb and flow of life’s events.