We arrive and she runs to the yard and starts jumping on the old tires and battered see saws while I talk with the teacher. I see the shelf where her snack bag goes and I place it there. I glance at the bathrooms and like every bathroom here I have to take a deep breath. I am hesitant to leave, I figure I'll stay as long as she wants but after 15 minutes she tells me I can go. Tears prick the backs of my eyes.
I tell the woman who runs the preschool that I am leaving and she tells me M will be fine. She sees my face and says oh baby, I will love her like she's my own and pulls me into a long hug. Still hugging me she says I promise, because I know how much they matter. My son died last year, his birthday was yesterday. Now the tears fall from my eyes and when she releases me she's crying too. I am so sorry, I say and she says Thank you. He was only 21. I lean over and give her a hug, it's me hugging her this time. We look at each other for a long moment and she says you do not worry, she will be fine. And I believe her because I knew it from the moment I saw this place last week, for everything it's not it's entirely full of love. I reminded her I have friends who want to help with supplies and she promises to make me a list. Friends from where she asks and I tell her from the North and she looks at me and smiles, I don't know why they'd want to help a little school all the way down here but it's how God works and that's how I know that even today everything will be okay. And I leave then, getting in our car and driving back down a little dirt road leading to a paved one and then back onto the dirt.


































31 comments:
how wonderful. I am sure M is having the time of her life at preschool.
Well if you are quoting Bob, then everything little thing IS gonna be alright.
Make sure you let me know the preschool teacher's name.
Maybe her son will watch over mine. Bug would love a jungle buddy.
I'm sure M is having the time of her life. I'm a little jealous.
How amazing and beautiful.
my eyes are leaking, Jen.
you know, i'm looking around here for preschools and sitters b/c mine is moving...and i'm hard pressed to find a teacher like M. has.
am happy to send supplies, to join in that. the love? you've just raised my standards for acceptable care.
Damn. I should have stuck some crayons in with the yoga mat.
That school, and teacher - they sound great. And your M is full of brave.
tell her
i am holdin her
personally responsible for
the well being of M
and thats exactly
why we want to help
this little school
its all about
takin care of family
and has nothing
to do with god
you brought tears to my eyes, my love.
xoxo
What a brave and adventurous girl! I hope she loves her school. I am on the edge of my seat to read what you write here. I know you don't know me, but I am here, rooting for you.
Some dear friends of my parents just lost their only son (he was 41) and I can't stop thinking about them.
Let us know what this lovely woman needs and she will have it!
Sometimes I read your stories and think of the book Out of Africa (but without the syphilis, of course)
So interesting.
love is all you need
;)
Don't worry...about a ting...
The love coming from this post has uplifted me today.
Thank you. :)
I am spellbound by your adventure Jen...beautiful.
Holy crap, everyone's making me cry today.
I will send school supplies--I love shopping for that kind of stuff.
what an amazing beautiful adventure.
That's so beautiful. I'm a bit leaky, too.
I'd love to help with the school supplies, too.
I can't wait (well, I mean I know I have to, but don't want to) to see some photos.
That's such a lovely post, you've made me cry.
And why is it that these kids are always ready for everything before we are? I mean, it's great that they're happy at school and all that jazz, but what about us?
I hope she had a wonderful day.
can't wait to hear how her day went....and yours :)
how sweet and wonderful. thank you for sharing your life with us.
I'm finally just gonna post a stupid comment. I haven't been saying anything because you regularly leave me speechless. And sometimes I want to say, "I miss you!" which is stupid because it's not like we've ever met and you're here, blogging, still. Other times I just want to say, "WOW" and "COOL" and "FUCKING AWESOME" but I don't want to sound like a dip all the time and so I sit here saying nothing but finally here I am because I can't help it anymore, I just love you. I'm loving reading these posts. I love it all. I'm not going to hit the red x on this comment this time like I have for the last 15 attempts, I'm not. It's staying. XO
THis is the Jen writing that I have missed...the rawness drenched in beauty of Love and compassion...and all the wholesome goodness you seem to encompass and attract...
Please hug the teacher for me too...and count me in for supplies too.
((Jen & M))
I'm dreading the first day of school...and will probably cry too!
Peace,
Lil xo
Ah. It sounds so good. So right.
Can I send anything? School supplies or supplies for you guys?
sometimes that liric is just enough to get you through the day.
Never once have I had a teacher promise to love my children like they were their own. I am so happy that she said that, and that your gut instinct about the love in that school was correct. Also, you already know that I love you, Jen, but this post illustrates one of the reasons why: your authenticity. I'm not sure if you know this, but people don't just open up to everyone like this teacher did to you. Your projecting an open and caring and authentic vibe, and it just pulls people in. I love that about you.
I'll 2nd what Maggie said.
And count me in for supplies, you know I'm good for 'em.
You have something about you. Everywhere you go, you find this love and connection.
There is magic in your child being loved by another, layers of arms holding them throughout their life. A wondrous gift, friend.
The lump in my throat.....it is hard to swallow past.
My heart aches for you, for her and for me.
Does anything hurt as much as the love we have for our children?
(formerly Karen Forest-Anything but mine)
I went away as well but no where near as exciting as you. I just read the last six or so posts.
wow hon. you fucking did it.
xo Anne
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