Today was the day that Kamryn found out who her kindergarten teacher would be.  The teacher she had last year, Mrs. M, informed us that she would be moving up to the kindergarten instead of staying as the PEPP class for the ’12-’13 school year.  Then she casually said that if we wanted to have her as a teacher again, we could request her – there would be no guarantees, but it would be considered.

I immediately ran into the office and wrote out a request to have Mrs. M again for kindergarten.  Kamryn adored her and I did too.

I never told Kamryn that there was a chance that she could have Mrs. M again – in fact, I didn’t even tell her that Mrs. M was going to be a kindergarten teacher instead of the PEPP teacher.  I know she didn’t consider it a possibility to have the same teacher again because all throughout the summer, she would make comments about missing Mrs. M.

For the last couple of days, I found myself thinking about the different scenarios surrounding the announcement of kindergarten teachers.  The first scenario involved Kamryn not getting Mrs. M.  I envisioned myself telling her who her teacher was going to be and trying to act really excited, but I would be secretly heartbroken because once Kamryn found out that she could have had Mrs. M…well, I could see her little heart breaking too.

The second scenario involved me telling Kamryn that she got Mrs. M!  She would jump up into my lap with a huge smile on her face and give me a hug.  Now you may think this is crazy, but that is exactly what happened.  Seriously – no lie.  I know my kids.  I asked her who she thought her teacher was going to be and she said Mrs. B (my second choice) and I told her “No.”  Her face kind of fell and she said “I don’t know anyone else.”  I told her she was going to have Mrs. M again and her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she jumped in my lap.

This is kindergarten.  Kinder…garten.  I was texting my friend, Kate, and telling her I was nervous waiting for the phone call.  She confessed that she was as well, which makes me feel better.  The thing is, I had heard from multiple people that there wasn’t a bad kindergarten teacher, but I really had my heart set on Mrs. M and to have Kamryn not get her would have been hard on me.

This will most likely continue for the next 12 years and then kick into overdrive on the 13th year when Kamryn is going to college.  I hope she understands that I’ll have to open her mail if it has a return address from a college or university.