It has been a pretty full week. It was full of events that I had been waiting for since May and thankfully I can say that I survived. Last Thursday I drove to my new school to start a new job, filled with so many people that I did not know. Thankfully I had been communicating with the teacher I am working with and I had met the 4th grade teacher at a conference a few weeks ago. It was pretty awkward the first few minutes. Another new teacher and I found each other pretty quick, we were the ones looking around like we had no idea what was going on! It didn't take long for the kindergarten team to find me and took me right under their wing. We jumped right into introductions and all the beginning of school information. My new school is doing some really amazing things and implementing some awesome programs. Some of the programs are pretty new to everyone (they are in the process of becoming an IB school if you know anything about that) and so thankfully everyone is also learning. It was kind of overwhelming, but everybody is so willing to help in any way possible. Thursday was spent in meeting all day and I was relieved at the end of the day to get that first day out of the way. Friday was filled with more meetings and information and working together with our grade level teams. Friday afternoon we had to take pictures for the website. The kindergarten team stepped up to take our picture and just like family we all linked our arms around each other and peace washed over me. It felt like in just 24 hours I already belonged to this amazing group of teachers and I was so thankful. Friday afternoon I left work and headed to Sam's school to pick him up from his week of camp. I was so ready to see my boy. I was a ball of nervous energy and I just really needed to see my son. He has never been away from me that long without any contact at all. I was pretty emotional. I get to the school around 3:15 because we got an email earlier that day letting us know that they would be back at the school at 3:30. I am waiting and waiting. I got out and was talking with another parent and realize that it is now 3:45 and no sign of the buses. A few minutes later another parent comes up to us and says that one of the buses broke down and would not be back until 6:30. He told us which bus and I realized that that was the one Samuel was on. I was about to have a panic attack and I was so upset that nobody notified us that they were going to be three hours late! We finally got an email about the situation 20 minutes after they were supposed to arrive. I was a mess and I was trying to contain my anger. I understood that things happen, I did not understand why I wasn't notified when it happened. I also had no idea where he was exactly and what was going on. I finally got a response to where they were and was assured that there were places to eat but did not get a response when I emailed my concern that Sam didn't have any money on him! FIVE hours later I was finally getting my boy back from camp. He smelled terrible and I considered burning his shoes, but I was so happy to have him back home. He was worn out and I don't think he loved camp very much, it wasn't exactly like he thought it would be.
The weekend was spent catching up on some sleep and getting the house cleaned. We also celebrated one of our dear friends at her birthday party Saturday night. It was a late night, but it was so nice to be surrounded by so many of our dear friends. We had our Open House on Sunday. Our realtor thought it went well, but we haven't had any offers or any updates this week. we have another showing on Saturday and I am praying we get an offer soon. I have been on the fence about if I really want to sell, but there are two important reasons that I really want to move away from this neighborhood.
I went into work on Monday and then Tuesday was Samuel's first day of high school. I was once again pretty emotional. His dress shirt and tie were just too much for me 😢. He was like a man standing in my living room. I drove him to school and watched him walk into school. I drove to the next street and let the tears flow freely. Many people want to remind me that he will be okay and this is part of growing up and on and on. It was in that moment that I was going to weep freely at the thought of my baby boy going to high school. The baby boy that I begged God for. The baby boy that I waited months on end for God to fill my arms and heart. The baby boy that was prayed for as I lay flat on my face in an empty bedroom. The baby boy that was placed in my arms and healed the broken pieces of my heart. The boy that still brings so much joy and love to our lives. The young man that just walked into a building as a high school student and the realization that the letting go process has just been sped up. I wiped my tears away and headed home and was thankful that I didn't need to go into work that day. The clock seemed to stand still all day, but it was finally time to pick him up from school. My heart was overjoyed as I picked up a smiling young man telling me all about his day. It has only been a few days, but he seemed to be happy with the school and the people he is meeting. I officially start with kids tomorrow morning as we have a kindergarten ease in day. It will just be for the morning, but tomorrow will be the first early morning full routine of my driving to our new schools. We all start back on Monday, that should be fun 😏. Thank you so much for your prayers! They have been felt and they are appreciated.
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| When I tell people that I live in Chicago I think this is what they think it looks like. I don't really feel like a city girl, but I am definitely feeling like a city girl these days. This is my view every day now to and from work. |
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| My handsome boy |
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