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First Day of School 2011--10 days later...

Nathan had stomach butterflies, Michael had teary eyes. A few days into the start of school, Michael realized that this place WAS okay, the people were going to be sweet to him, and he was going to be cared for. The boys' teachers are just as sweet as they can be. I am so thankful to have found a school that values nurturing children. There are smiles and hugs, patience and encouraging attitudes.

Back to Blogging!!!

I've been stifled by a virtual blogging muzzle lately. The stupid thing would let me type a post and save it, but not post it. I got it working!

Night Before the First Day of School 2011

'Tis the night before school starts and I'm just as sad as I can be. Could it be true that my baby is going to kindergarten tomorrow? Tomorrow? Tomorrow, five years ago, I was going to the first two days of MY school so I could then go home and have a baby...that same baby that will now be going to kindergarten. We had just moved into the Houston house. Nick was just about to apply to dental school. Nathan was only three--not fixing to go into the THIRD grade.

Look at us now. Dental school is a collection of memories (some pleasant, some pleasantly tucked away in the past). We've moved again (house #6) and settled into a completely new place. I've served my time as a working, frazzled mom and am settling into the infancy of housewifedom. I'm still waiting for the big "Ha! Just kidding!" on that one. Somewhere during those years, my baby grew into a KINDERGARTENER! I just can't believe it.

Both boys have new sets of uniforms. Haircuts today--check! They're going to look so nice. I better go unearth the lunch kits so I'm not scrambling around like a banshee in the morning.

I'm amazed that I get to attend the mothers' breakfast tomorrow at the school. I don't have to rush off to work. I didn't have to ask for time off to take them to the first day of school. I don't have to get docked 15 minutes in pay either.

There is THAT little bit of sweetness about tomorrow, but it will be tough to watch those little boys walk into their new school tomorrow. Pictures--coming soon!

Heavy Heart

I blogged over a year ago about a former student who had passed away. I hoped that was the first and only time I'd have to get such news. It tore me up. Today, unfortunately, I heard again that one of my kiddos from last year had lost his battle with congenital heart disease. I feel so fortunate to have been a very small part of this child's life. I am glad that his suffering is over. I'm glad that his parents took him out of school to homeschool the last part of the year so they could spend more time together. This is a moment when I feel I should've done more. I get caught up in my own life and don't give enough. Time, energy, a hospital visit, something. Those parents had to live through the death of their child. They had to endure years of watching him go through treatments, illnesses, surgeries, and countless scary moments. They made his moments on Earth really count. I am inspired by their care and devotion to that child and I am just so sorry for their loss.

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