Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Over the last few weeks, our family has experienced quite an emotional roller coaster. I guess you can say that the end of the school year is getting to all of us. There have been tears, tantrums, excitement and anticipation building in my children. As for myself, I have been working through the days. I have been pacing myself for one day at a time and one check in the box at a time. I have been trying to be firm, but patient with the girls as we all experience this process. Trying to be firm and reassuring all at the same time can become quite overwhelming while playing the role of a single parent. At times, I thought my i-calendar and my emotions just might blow up if I had to add one more thing to my to-do list. So yesterday as my i- calendar reminded me was my children's open house for school. This evening is a much anticipated night for all of the children in the school because it is their opportunity to show off all of the things they have created and worked so hard on all year long. I must say, I was very impressed with what I saw that evening. It was so good to see that our children are in such a loving and nuturing environment that they can and are thriving in. The first class that I visited was Caroline's. I have always had a soft spot for Kindergarten and her class has been no exception. I admired her work and listened as she explained each paper in detail. I was so proud to see how far she has come since the beginning of the school year. Her artwork and abilities were stunning and I could not have been more excited for her achievements. The second class we visited was Grace's second grade class. It was here that she did some similar things as Caroline, but her work was more mature, elegant, and fine tuned. The books she made displayed her writing abilities along with her drawing abilities and I was taken back by her ability to express herself through her writing. As I turned through her Family Tree book, she had a page there that was called "My One Wish". I stared at it for a moment taking in each word written and right there in front of everyone, I could feel my lip quiver and warm tears run down my face. I guess you can say I met my emotional bubble. It burst. Finally, the message my little girl has been trying to send to me over the last few weeks through her meltdowns, frustration and lack of obedience was shown very true through her writing. Out of all the things one could wish for she wished her daddy could come back home early.