First Day Of School
The kids went back to school today. Getting into a normal routine will be good for all of us. There was mercy in the timing of Simon’s illness: because there was no work or school the last three months, we got to spend maximum quality time together. Plus, all my plans to keep the kids working on scholastic and educational projects went out the window and were traded for fun outings and playtime. So I’m sure they would tell you that, other than losing their dad, summer was pretty awesome. Because that’s how resilient and innocent kids can be.
We are extremely fortunate that the kids attend a small, private Christian school near our home. Not only does my mom work as a church secretary on the same campus, but the whole school body knows what we have been through and has been incredibly supportive. Donors helped with tuition costs, parents prayed with their children, and staff has been preparing to help our kids cope as needed. The new principal grew up in the mortuary business and lost her father some years back. She is especially gifted in empathy. I have to pat myself on the back because I was on the hiring committee, not knowing how invaluable she would be to our family!
So here we go. Our son is in third grade. His teacher attends our church, is in our life group, and is a dear friend to our family – clearly God was holding us firmly in His hand. Our middle daughter is in kindergarten. Her teacher is patient, soft spoken, and compassionate. Our youngest daughter is in part time preschool. They just moved teachers around and she will have a teacher that has already worked with our older son and daughter. I am beyond relieved that I don’t have to try and explain myself or give a big spiel about what we have been through. Blessings, blessings, blessings.