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Sitting here late on a Wednesday night I am pondering the year gone by. I am a school teacher among other things. Today we had our teacher luncheon as awards and gifts were passed out among us. Everyone talked of where they would go this summer, who wouldn’t be back in the fall, who was coming in, etc.
A close friend who sat near me leaned over and whispered “Mia will be in my class this fall.” Like a ton of bricks it hit me that the countdown had begun. Though the days have always been numbered, it became reality today for me that this summer marked our first anticipation of Mia heading off to school in the fall.
OK so she will be in a K3 class for half a day on Monday through Friday. On top of that, she will be at the same school as I am so she will ride with me to school. She will hang out in my room until it is time for school and I will walk her to her classroom. I really couldn’t ask for more. It is just the fact that my baby is growing up. With Mia being our first baby, life with her is a constant string of amazement after amazement.
So here I sit with many of you having read through most of our adoption story and I’m thinking of her first day at school. Some Norah Jones on the Windows Media Player and I’m in a good mood to reflect how blessed I am. Some days I read through our journey and I can’t believe that it is real. The feeling I have each time I look into her room is what drives me to continue to tell adopting families to persevere.
Today was the end of school but it definitely marked a new chapter in our household. Mia actively tells anyone who listens (and even some who don’t) that she will be in Daddy’s school later when she is 3. I’ve decided not to lament what has passed as we have enjoyed those moments to the fullest. I have made a commitment to remember fondly the days gone by, anticipate the future greatly, and savor the moment at hand. It is the only way to live life.
