Dear Teacher Ria…
Dear Teacher Ria,
I miss being you. I miss how you would goto work in just t-shirts and jeans, and just be so casual and free. I miss how it felt to just be playing with clay and getting all sticky with glue. I miss the joy of laughing and running around with careless abandon. I even miss opening all those weirdly shaped tetra packs during snack time.
I miss random questions that are just so innocent and pure. I miss not worrying about what others will think. I miss just being carefree and childlike. I miss reading silly stories and singing songs even if I can’t sing.
I miss you. I really do.
Yes, this is me thinking about the preschool and how much I miss it. Was it the right choice? In my heart I know, sometimes though I can’t help but miss it