The word “label” can be very loaded. It refers to the way we box one another in, the way we try to keep everyone locked into neat and tidy rows. Throw a label on someone and you don’t have to dig any further, you don’t need to learn any more. Labels can be disgusting and dirty little things put upon us by “polite” society. But, they can also be a way to help your child… heading off into the big world. Where, for the first time, they don’t have you holding their hand guiding them. Putting labels on the wee girlie’s things probably wasn’t completely necessary… but it’s my way of helping her to move on to this next step. Hopefully, when she sees the little hearts, it will be a reminder of how treasured she is, and how important she is to me.
This is the first time that someone outside our family will have such a large and possibly profound impact on our wee girlie. It scares me a little. I did my homework, checked out our options. Met teachers and T.A.s back in the Spring. And I really do think I picked the best possible program for Lily-Ann. But the fact remains, we (as parents) really know very little about the teachers we entrust the lives of our children to. I have no way of knowing what values her teachers will impart… or if they will match our own. All I can do is continue to guide Lily-Ann, to help her feel secure in who she is, so that as she grows she is capable of making sound, compassionate, loving choices.
I know the wee girlie is going to love this new stage of her life… but as a parent, it requires a huge trust. And I hope it is well placed.