This week will be my eldest daughter's final week of school. A culmination of 13 years of schooling will officially come to end this Friday. I speak for myself when I say that it has been a beautiful adventure (I'm sure she'd beg to differ at this particular point in time, given she is yet to sit her HSC). I'm sure, after that dash is done, she will look back with fondness and treasure the memories formed in the wondrous world of school. God-willing.
The most significant outcome for Wafa, and the one I am most grateful to her many wonderful teachers for, is that she now has a deep-rooted love of learning. Her kindergarten teacher, Mrs Thompson, planted the seed, which was lovingly tended to by many inspiring individuals along the way.
One of the more notable teachers and unquestionably one of the finest teachers I've ever had the privilege to meet was Miss Critchley, her year 2 teacher. She went above and beyond, not just for Wafa but for her classmates as well; consequently, there are few school-related memories that don't feature her in some way or another.
I pray that Wafa's love of learning is an enduring one that will only be fortified by the enriching learning environments of tertiary education and beyond. And, in case anyone has missed it in my previous posts about her, I am extremely proud of this young woman. Alhamdulilah.
Congratulations sweetheart!
xxxx Mum
