Preschool

As a teacher I am used to being held in a very high esteem; a very common feeling among most educators. It is kind of like being a local rock star... I can walk into a third grade class and instantly feel like Ringo Star with all of the attention. Kids unconditionally love their teachers - especially in second grade. One year, I even had one of my 6th grade parents ask me to tell their child to clean her room at home since she'll listen to me. That was a little over the top, but children instantly form an early respect for the "other" adult in their lives. Having a preschooler, I expected the "mommy pedestal" to last indefinitely (in a perfect world), and I intended to bank on the teacher respect once the mommy plan ran out. I thought I had the best of both worlds.

Today I had a "teacher knows best" experience. While he's only 3, Tyler corrected me, when I covered my mouth with my hand to cough. *I will shorten his teacher's name to Mrs. N to protect the innocent:)* Tyler told me, "Mommy, Mrs. N says we cough into our elbow." Anything Mrs. N says is of biblical equivalence in our house. Don't misunderstand, I am thrilled he loves school, which at this age means he adores his teachers, which is all I really want. I couldn't ask for a better preschool environment. Thank you Mrs. N for being a preschool teacher. It takes a special breed, and I will be the first to admit that I could not do that job. Most of all, thank you Mrs. N for loving a whole slew of 3-year-olds.