Three weeks before Daniel’s second birthday, yesterday was his last day in the Pre-2 room at his daycare/preschool. This coming Tuesday, after the Labor Day holiday, will be his first day in the PreK-2 room.
It’s a milestone of sorts, signaling the transition between toddler and preschooler.
The day before — this past Thursday — his preschool had an early evening open-house. So I picked up Daniel later than usual (making sure I had snackies and his water sippy cup to tide him over till we got home), and we visited his new teacher and looked around his new classroom. I was already familiar with Ms. Amy, as the Pre2 kids come over to her room when Ms. Beth leaves at 5:15pm, and I sometimes pick up Daniel in Ms. Amy’s room.
Of course, Ms. Beth and Ms. Amy instantly knew who I was since Daniel’s the only Filipino (okay, half-Filipino… but still) kid there, and both teachers are Filipinos themselves. So, they’re kind of biased — understandably.
After checking out the new room, we headed to the activity room, where a mini-gymnastics center was set up, and so Daniel got to play with a couple of members of his playdate group — Liesel and Isabella.
Afterwards, we were heading back to the car (which was in the infant center parking lot), when one of his infant teachers waved us over to visit. So Daniel got to have a little reunion with his infant center teachers: Ms. Mary (when he was six week to six months old), Ms. Luisa and Ms. Lisa (when he was six months to a year old), Ms. Lily (when he was a year to fifteen months old), and Ms. Ilda and Ms. Dora (when he was fifteen to nineteen months old).
Ms. Lily, the Filipino grandma, doted on Daniel as if he was one of her grandkids and, just like old times, gave him raisins and graham crackers as snacks.
All of his infant center teachers marveled at how big Daniel had gotten, and they were whistful (as I’m certain they would be for all of “their” babies who have graduated from their care) by how fast time passed.
(In rewatching the YouTube videos of Daniel — from the earliers one, when Daniel was just learning to roll over, to the most recent one, when Daniel pulled out two books from a bookshelf and looked them over — it amazes me just how fast time has indeed passed.)
Yesterday morning, as I was leaving Daniel to his breakfast in the breakfast room, I waved goodbye, and Daniel waved back. I couldn’t help but turn around and wave again through the window of the door, and I saw Daniel was still waving good-bye.
::whew:: I have no idea if this saying goodbye to one more day of babyhood and early childhood will ever get easier, as the years go by. Part of me hopes not, if that makes any sense.