A Message from Mrs. Porsch
As we begin a new year, we are excited to welcome January with fresh energy and many wonderful moments of learning and growth. The start of a new year is always a special time to reflect on how far our children have come and to look forward to all that is still to come.
Remember that registration for current families for the 2026-27 school year will begin on Tuesday, January 6th. We encourage you to submit your registration early to secure your child’s spot. Please reach out to the office if you have any questions about the process.
Thank you for your continued support and partnership. We wish you and your families a happy, healthy, and joyful New Year, and we look forward to a wonderful 2026!
Upcoming Events:
- In-house enrollment for preschool and kindergarten: January 6 at 7am
- MLK Day of Service: January 16
- Open enrollment for preschool and kindergarten: Jan 29 at 7pm
- Sign up for PWPS at the Phillies by Feb 27
From the Heart:
‘Tis better to have love and lost, than never to have loved at all.
I think Alfred Lord Tennyson was right when he wrote this profound statement. But now that I am sitting in the loss, man does it hurt.
Our family lost our beloved dog this month and to say it is a loss is an understatement. Our Wynnie, the unofficial mascot of Wynniewood, was adored beyond compare. I’m talking daily pep rallies, theme songs, a twisted spine to accommodate her preferred sleeping position, and she was the only one in the house who would dare to command the entire sofa — respectfully making the rest of us move. (Speaking of the sofa, she always had to redo my pillow positioning. Apparently my style wasn’t to her liking.)
Wynnie was pure joy. She was everyone’s favorite sibling. She made birthdays and holidays better. She loved crickets, flies, balloons, cardboard tubes, squeakers and finding balls/treasures in the park. Wynnie was huggable and lovable and she made our family feel more complete. We are empty without her.
What’s also tricky about Wynnie’s passing is that while I am mourning, so too are my children. They were 4, 6, and 9 when we adopted Wynnie. Everyone wanted a dog. The deal was they had to sleep through the night and be willing to walk her before I would entertain the thought. When they upheld their end of the bargain, so did I. I swore this dog would be a family dog, and of course she was, but man was she my girl, my sanity, my confidant. That said, she held a special place in her heart for each of our kids. The oldest wound her up like no one else ever could. He could also speak her language and imitate her voice like no other. My middle daughter was her mother hen. If Wynnie needed to be nurtured, especially if I wasn’t there, middle daughter was her girl. Our youngest was her cuddle bug. They loved to fall asleep on each other.
It’s so hard watching my children now struggle with death… to cope, and question and mourn. But that said, I feel so blessed that they knew this all encompassing, empowering love. Wynnie taught them that. Wynnie gave them love and 7 years of amazing memories. And while those memories hurt now, they will soon make us laugh and carry us through. Man do we miss her.
So this month, hug your fur babies and your littles. Life is short. It goes too fast.
