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Last Day Only Means… She’s Growing UP!

Last Day, Means She is Growing Up. Time Flies, Enjoy It.

She’s Growing Up.

Tomorrow marks another day I will never forget.

My Peanut, my little girl, will be attending her last day of Kindergarten.

The girls are sleeping and I’m just sitting here wondering why I couldn’t get that lump out of my throat when I helped Gabriella pick out and work on her gift to her Kindergarten teacher. I’m also wondering why every time I think of it, the lump comes back.

It’s bittersweet really, it’s like that first day of junior Kindergarten all over again. It’s a peek into the unknown because, after the summer break, it’s off to Grade 1.

Grade 1?

I can’t believe it.

It seems like just yesterday she was running around in diapers and just learning to speak, now she’s independent and reading books and folding clothes and cleaning her room.

Well, we braved the awkward weather and the Tornado watch and went on an adventure to find the perfect gift for Gabs’ favourite teacher, her SK teacher, Miss F. I truly admire teachers, they are the ones that mold our little people and prepare them and encourage them to do well. Teachers who often buy supplies out of their own money for the children in order to find new and fun ways to teach them. I suggested that we buy something Miss F could use and Gabs loved the idea and we went with that.

We ended up making a gift basket of sorts, full of supplies! Since we thought it would be useful, we started with a plastic storage box that Miss F could use for the classroom and then began to fill it. We filled it with pads of construction paper and drawing paper, glue sticks, glitter glue, pairs of scissors, a big stack of sticky notes, motivational pencils in a pink fuzzy pencil holder (pink is Miss F’s fave color), 500 motivational stickers and Play-Doh!

Gabby made a card out of her little stationary and inside drew a picture of her and Miss F. She wrote, “This is me and you Miss F. I hope you like the supplies for next year, I will miss you. Love, Gabriella!”

Then we bought a pink indoor plant and potted it into a cute little sheep pot holder. I liked the sheep because teachers always watch over their little flocks. Now, this is where our crafty side kicked in, we made a flag and wrote, “Thanks 4 Helping Me Grow. Love, Gabby.”

That’s what gave me the lump. LOL.

Anyway, I’m so excited to have her home for the summer. That part I love, but once summer is over it’s the reality of the inevitable.

Time never waits.

Nevertheless, it’s beautiful watching her grow into a gorgeous, well-mannered and talented little girl. 

They say that everything you need to know you were taught in Kindergarten and it’s so true. So, I appreciate teachers and I am so very proud that my little girl has turned out the way she has. I am truly blessed. Here’s a poem that I really love. So to the teachers who have helped my angel thus far, thank-you for helping me help HER grow.

ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do
and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not
at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the
sandpile at School. These are the things I learned:

Share everything.

Play fair.

Don’t hit people.

Put things back where you found them.

Clean up your own mess.

Don’t take things that aren’t yours.

Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.

Wash your hands before you eat.


Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life – learn some and think some
and draw and paint and sing and dance and play
and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic,
hold hands, and stick together.

Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup:
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody
really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even
the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die.
So do we.

And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books
and the first word you learned – the biggest
word of all – LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.
The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.
Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any of those items and extrapolate it into
sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your
family life or your work or your government or
your world and it holds true and clear and firm.
Think what a better world it would be if
all – the whole world – had cookies and milk about
three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with
our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments
had a basic policy to always put things back where
they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you
are – when you go out into the world, it is best
to hold hands and stick together.

And that’s all folks, tomorrow I am dropping her off to her last day of Kindergarten with Hubby. I can almost guarantee that it’s going to sting but in a good way. She truly inspires me and I know this is another milestone out of many. I am truly a wuss for these things, how were you during these times? Was it easy or did you take it like I did? Anyway, hope to hear from you guys!!

Til then, cheers m’deres!


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  1. Beautiful gift! Wow! Wish I was a teacher…no, not really!
    But how did I take it when they finished kindergarten? Honestly? I was like, "Yikes, now I have two months before they go back to school!" and I ran screaming in the other direction.
    But seriously, your post was lovely and touching…but my kids have their last day of school tomorrow, and I'll be running screaming in the other direction 🙂

  2. Hi Sandra! Yeah, I couldn't handle being a teacher to Kindergartners! It's a tough job but I can only imagine, sooo rewarding!

    LOL, I love your take on it, it's cute! I don't know, I guess I will find out once I adjust to her being in school all day & start having a little more "ME" time. Then again, I'll have a little one-year old running around!

    Perhaps, I'll end up running in the other direction! We shall see. But, thanks. We've never been apart really, so it's like separation anxiety for me! LOL! Well, ttyl girl!


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