Monday, February 7, 2011

Music Therapy

This morning I needed to go into my daughter's preschool to talk to the teacher briefly, which I knew meant that sweet little girl would beg me to stay for Good Morning Time.

At her school, they begin each day on the playground at 9:00 am and then around 9:15 am they get called for Good Morning Time. This is where they sing songs make announcements and just celebrate life, and love, and all things beautiful.

We love her school. Kids get to be kids there and they grow just the right amount. I believe the teachers truly love the kids and they are just as wonderful and always welcoming with us parents.

Regular preschool is only three hours for our kiddo, Monday- Wednesday- Friday. Parents are always welcome. However, staying means you lose part of your time to accomplish other things while you are minus one hip monkey.

When I told C that we would go into school this morning and stay for Good Morning Time (GMT), she was all joy. Immediately, she started teaching me a couple of songs I would need to know. Adorable!

Alas, we were already late for school.

We got there as the kids were filing into the big room for GMT. Picture the Pied Piper and all of these little people following him in anticipation of greatness. It is amazing how they have 100+ kids who all know what they are supposed to do. I considered it a resume builder when I taught both of my children to walk to the car and get directly into their seats.

So, as I went to find C's teacher, another teacher helped both of my kids into GMT (see, I told you they were awesome. Miss B knew I needed to chat with the teacher for half a second, so she took both my monkeys).

By the time I got into GMT, both of my kids were sitting together, singing, and making all of the necessary gestures. So cute. They were practicing Valentine's Day songs and I think my two kids were in their own world. C was teaching her little brother what he is supposed to be doing and then hugging him and helping him along. This was the first GMT that I wasn't chasing little brother and trying to catch him so we could watch his sister. He was off in the sea of children, not being a toddler who needed my constant attention. My kids were together, being the best friends we hope they will be. They were singing, and so was my heart.

I was smitten. Somewhere between a song about big hugs around the neck, and giving out love and not holding it back, and my daughter's beaming pride when she got called up to lead the school in a song of her choice to sing for her Mommy (today it was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star), I was using all of my might to fight back tears.

There were more songs about how beautiful the world is, being proud of myself, and Skidda-ma-rinkie-dink-dink, and I couldn't help but think, "sometimes, we just need a good round of preschool songs to get us back on track."

Today, I got to sit back and completely enjoy watching my kids enjoy life. Priceless.

No more errands today. I called the hubs to share the story with him and then decided that I needed to write this one down and remind myself: Slow down, don't move so fast.

Happy week before Valentine's Day. Go soak in some love


  1. awwww love it!! So true!

  2. You made me cry!!! I love GMT too. Enjoy your day!!!!

  3. That was awesome. A great reminder of how wonderful life is with our monkeys around! :)