We love Prudy Janis.
We adore her.
She is somewhat of a celebrity in this house, we drop her name in important conversations.
Sam talks about her all day.
Hmmmmm? You don’t know….?
Mrs. Janis is Sam’s preschool teacher.
But that HARDLY seems like enough words to describe her. She is full of energy. She is funny. She is adored by the class (not to mention the parents). And she brought Sam out of his shell.
When Sam started in her class lat October, there were some words…for the most part anyone aside from TK and me had a difficult time understanding him. Before school, he was a quiet, shy kid. Not these days.
Sam will say hello to anyone who looks at him for more than a second, and if they respond, he introduces his sister too, and tells her to say hello as well. And these people, these strangers, have no trouble understanding him at all. And the words are flowing like nobody’s business. Sam covers his little heart and says the Pledge of Allegiance with reverance. He sings Baby Beluga and the Muffin Man with gusto. I had a realization the other day about the things he is saying. Sam was talking to me, asking me to call him Dinosaur. ("Dinosaur, are you hungry?" "Dinosaur, do you have to use the potty?") and in the middle of this, he was asking me to guess what kind of dinosaur he was…."mom, I tyrannosaurus rex? I stegosaurus? I triceratops?" The correct answer (of course) was that he was a dilophosaurus. Not only can this child say dinosaur, something I promise you he could not do last year, he can speak at length about a dilophosaurus. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.
Thank you, Mrs Janis.
For helping Sam find his voice.
For helping us find our Sam, who was having a hard time shining through.
If not for you, and your efforts each day, I would not have a son who asks me to call him a dilophosaurus.