I’m such a sucker. Of course I had to buy the ridiculous preschool graduation photo. I mean, it’s the cutest thing in the world. Second to her class photo, which was taken only a few months before.
It’s been a quick two years for us. Lily has grown so much, both physically (at least 5 or 6 inches) and intellectually (see next blog post). We’re going to miss that little cocoon of a preschool. The teachers, the para, the therapists, even the administrators, are all amazing there.
And I was so touched when the principal asked me to give the preschool commencement address. I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to talk about but I knew it had something to do with all of the wonderful people I have met, because of Lily. Thankfully my little speech went off without a hitch.
However, the run-up to the graduation was touch and go. I wasn’t even sure Lily was going to be well enough to attend. A week or so prior, her appetite went. Her sleep meds stopped working (again). She started having severe panic attacks. And she was getting clumsier and weaker. It was a scary period. The morning of graduation, I wasn’t sure whether to take her to the ER or to school.
Thankfully she woke up that morning feeling much better. She even managed to have a little bit of her smoothie. Shamekia (her beloved nanny) met us at our home that morning and helped us get to school. Lily did not want to miss graduation. She had practiced so much. And you should have seen her up on that stage, dancing and laughing and feeling like a star. It was a beautiful sight.
I’m so glad she went because she had such a fun morning. She was surrounded by all the people that she loves – her mommy, her nanny (mommy #2 – in the yellow dress), her para Urzsula (mommy #3 – in the striped shirt), her daddy, teachers and therapists, past and present and all of her school friends. She had a blast. And thankfully she started eating and drinking again that day. And from that day forward, she’s been getting stronger and stronger.
We’re still struggling with sleep. And the panic attacks come and go. But damned if we’re not going to have the best summer ever.