Footprints On My Heart

By Liz Jones

Last week I attended the preschool graduation ceremony at our Trites Road location. Most of this preschool group I have known since they were infants or young toddlers. I was director of Trites when their parents tentatively handed over their most precious gift, their child, along with that the trust and belief that we would love them, teach them and ensure their well -being. To me this is a most precious gift.

Years ago I dubbed this group of children my “little lovers.” It was guaranteed that each and every time I entered their class, be it a 15 month old room, toddler or preschool room I would receive welcoming arms and energy giving hugs. The love and acceptance they provided was heartfelt and genuine. I remember looking forward to when they would be able to have conversations with me. I relished in all their “firsts.” I continue to cherish my visits to their class.

I was moved to tears and so proud to be a member of the audience yesterday. I am proud to say that I was a part of these formative years for them and proud to have witnessed their growth and development over the years.