I dropped the kids off for their last day of preschool at
Twin Oaks. The excitement in their voices as we walked inside was the same as
it always was. We said hello to their teachers and I signed my initials next to
each of their names on the roster. I didn’t look them in the eye for fear that
the tears would come. I dropped their bags in their classrooms and glanced
around at the tiny gray tables, multi-colored miniature chairs, and the folders
with their names each carefully marked. We have really great memories here.
It’s hard being a working mom. It’s hard to leave every day
for an office when someone else is caring for your children. You learn to trust
them though, like family, with your most precious possessions. My kids thrived
at their preschool. Leah learned to talk in sentences, Nolan writes his name
and quotes bible verses. They LOVE their school. They love their teachers.
My heart breaks for my kids, but it also hurts for the staff
at the school. It’s not their fault that the school is closing, and they have
so much love for the children that I can’t imagine this being any easier on
them. Pictures come in daily recounting the adventures of the kid’s day with
the staff. The kids will miss them. I will miss them, too.
Through so much uncertainty, I’ve been confident that our
family would weather the storm and come out in the end just fine. Most recently
we rejoiced in Brian’s new job, and celebrated what we thought was a change in
the tide that would be, for lack of a better word, easier. But this chapter of
change and uneasiness wasn’t quite over and I would be lying if I said that my
mind is totally at ease that we can shelve that chapter for good. I don’t know.
I know our dear friends at preschool will be missed. We wish them well, and
will always look back fondly on the memories we made here.
Our past
brought us to here, so we must be thankful for the hardship, the pain, the
struggles we had. But I know that we’ll be just fine.
We’re all going to be just fine.
