I have just returned home from Zoe’s pre-school graduation, which was held on a beautiful May evening*. The ceremony was, in keeping with everything at Fuzzy Caterpillar, adorable and sweet. Zoe’s two years at Fuzzy C were near perfect: she was always very well looked after and learned about all the right stuff (“recycling is good for the planet”, “don’t talk during book time”, “Obama is president”). And the art. So much wonderful art.**
Thank you teachers!
And two years later:
Hugging teacher Tali.
The caterpillar now is a butterfly with wings ready to fly.
“How does one become a butterfly?”
“You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.” -Trina Paulus
Zoe with the author.
And then we ate the victory sushi of graduate winners. (Quick tip: the kids tofu teriyaki bento box dinner at Katsu Sushi House will and did feed three.)
*I brought tissues as it was advised to do, but only cried internally which is more painful. I did cry in the comfort of my home earlier. Actually, what I did was more like weeping. Parenting is obviously a cruel and wonderful mix of wanting your child to stay sweet and attached to you but have them grow up and become their own person but still say they love you so much.
**I would thus give the coveted Rosstralia Endorsement to Fuzzy Caterpillar Preschool, and recommended it to anyone seeking a pre-school.