Our first Teacher

Miss Melinda.

Our First Teacher.

She came into our lives through Watch us Grow, and she spent two and a half years visiting us every week.

She played with us.

She read to us. (of course if you come into this house, you have surely read to us)

She helped us learn to do things like sit and stand, walk and run.

She met us at the park where we played, rode our tricycles and climbed.

She gave us an hour a week with adult interaction in those early days when Mommy really needed adult interaction yet was afraid to take us out in public.

She did messy stuff with us like paints and cooking and food play.

She introduced us to lots of fun things to learn and play with.

She brought friends to see us like an Occupational Therapist, Physical Therapist, Speech Therapist, and Psychologist to help us in our development.

She made sure we got OT services for Evan when he refused to eat. For free.

She made sure we got on the waiting list for pre-schools in the area, and made sure we got in.

She gave Mommy ideas of how to continue to enrich our thirsty minds.

She was a constant in our early years.

and now that we are three, she is gone.

It makes Mommy sad. We don't realize it yet. We may never realize what we are missing every week.

Miss Melinda teaches at the pre-school where we will be going in the fall. Mommy plans on making sure we see her when we are there. She doesn't want us to forget our first teacher.

Mommy never will.