Today I strode up to the big front doors of our local elementary school, grabbed hold of the thick metal door handles, and pulled the doors right open.
Just like normal. Just like every school day for the past seven years we’ve had a kid (or two) enrolled there.
But it wasn’t normal, because today was Caleb’s last day in the elementary school. We’re now the parents of two middle schoolers.
TWO OF THEM.
Pray for us.
I’m not the kind of mom who gets all choked up over every baby step away from babyhood, but I am the kind of mom who is fiercely thankful for the school staff who loved our kids all these years. I’m thankful for the secretaries in the office who kept things from falling apart every day, handing out medicine and paperwork and dry clothes with precision and kindness.
Thanks to the principals who handled cranky parents, challenging children, and hysterical mothers of kindergarteners. (I wasn’t actually hysterical. Just very concerned because my kid had a tendency to wander away when stressed. Which he did. For twenty of the longest minutes of my life. But now he’s almost ten and doesn’t do that anymore, thank goodness.)
I’m thankful for the teachers who planned all those lessons and even battled the Common Core on our behalf. The fourth grade staff has my never-ending love and thanks. You guys did a fabulous job and my son is now taller, smarter, kinder, and funnier after being in your classrooms.
The school librarian, who kept me entertained and sold me countless books at his book fairs, has won a spot in my heart over the years. No one can wear funky shoes like he can. Or shorts in the dead of winter, for that matter.
I’m thankful for all the lunch ladies, the para professionals, and the custodians. Have I missed anyone? I don’t want to miss anyone.
Thank you all.
I don’t know what we would have done without you. You have been a blessing.