Lots of children all standing facing more or less the same direction and waiting for their name to be called, their sweetie sash to be fastened, and their book of photos and certificate to be handed over.
Two years of preschool condensed into an album tied with wool and ribbon. One tiny Little Fish wobbling in the floor, a more confident child waving a giant bubble wand, a very happy little girl playing on the swings and a very serious girl perched on a stool to do water play, with three pairs of adult arms outstretched to catch her just in case.
Not a bad summary of her time there really. Staff who supported her as she learnt to trust that I would always come back. Friends who accepted her with all her little quirks and who just enjoyed having her around. Her own determination to do everything the other children were doing, and her need to have an adult hand within reach to protect, to reassure, and to rescue on occasion.
Now just one more week of this school year (interrupted by a mere four appointments elsewhere), and then six weeks of
what passes for English summer before September and the new challenges of Big School.