"If the God you believe in as an idea doesn’t start showing up in what happens to you in your own life, you have as much cause for concern as if the God you don’t believe in as an idea does start showing up. It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life’s story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others’ lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling." ~ Frederick Buechner

21 August 2014

"Meet the Teachers"

This afternoon, we had the opportunity to visit B's new preschool and meet his teachers for the year. We've been mentioning it off and on since he was accepted last spring but not over-doing it. In the past couple weeks though, we've been talking it up and saying how exciting it will be to meet his teachers. Up until just before his nap today, he still wasn't convinced.

I resisted every urge to dress him up like a little man, and instead, I let him wear his favorite shirt. After all, the whole premise of this particular preschool program is learning through play. No sense in getting him all gussied up, right?

In full disclosure, however, I may have spent an abnormal amount of time in MY closet, trying to figure out what to wear.

Who AM I?!

We had a few minutes to spare before they opened the doors, so B tried out the swings at his new school.
Once we walked into his classroom and met his teachers, Ms. A showed us where his coat hook was located.
We also found papers to bring home in his cubby.
He was thoroughly fascinated by the smart board (and, of course, he found the classroom vacuum).
He tried out the chairs in the reading corner.
He discovered the joys of a wall-mounted pencil sharpener, and as soon as he found out what it was, he tested it out.
B is feeling better about the prospect of preschool!
A blurry attempt at a family photo!
The visit to school, seeing B's classroom, and meeting his teachers made all of us feel better about this Big Change in our lives. Both of his teachers have been loving on little ones for a long time (Ms. P has been there for over 20 years!), and that has to mean something, right? It also helps to know that our friends' kids who have gone through this program have loved it.

Tonight, when I went into B's room to kiss him goodnight, he made his nightly request for me to cuddle him "for a little bit." As I snuggled in next to him, he rolled over onto his back, put his hands behind his head like a little man, and inquired conversationally, "So, Mommy. How was your day?"

I laughed and replied, "It was pretty good, buddy. I'm really glad you enjoyed visiting your school."

We chatted for a little bit, and then I gave him "enough kisses to last through the night."

When we found out I was pregnant with B, we started writing him letters in a journal. We wrote in it nearly weekly while I was pregnant, and then at least monthly during the first year of his life. Once we moved here, it became increasingly sporadic. I haven't written in it once since A was born (although I've written many a letter in my head!).

I thought tonight would be a perfect night to write a letter. A very long letter.

Suffice it to say, there are not enough tissues in our house.

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