Sweet E talks about kindergarten every waking minute, she loves it so much. I asked her about a week ago if she remembered when it scared her and she looked at me like I had three heads. Internet, you remember, don't you? That first month of school...I don't know what. I can't finish that sentence. The scars are still too tender.
I mentioned that to her teachers yesterday, that she doesn't remember not liking kindergarten and her absence of such a memory fascinates me. Her teachers are charming and gracious and they truly adore her, and one of them immediately responded, "Well, good! That's just what you want, right? She should only love it here and she does. So we won't remember it, either," she concluded, wiping her hands as if she could wash the memory away.
And then she bit her lip. "Well, I do remember when she hit me. That I haven't forgotten." Luckily she laughed, and so did we.
I do not miss those panicky flailing days when she had to be dragged into the class against her will. And I remind myself of that every single evening, when I wonder when she might stop talking.
Edited to add: this post made the front page of DC Blogs.