“Mama, I thought you were leaving!”
Maggie looked up from her short stack of wooden blocks where she crouched, smiling, next to her little best friend, Mary. She furrowed her brows at me.
Mary glanced at her own mother, who held it together with a smile, and gave her the same exasperated glance.
We looked at one another in shock. This isn’t how we expected it to go! We’d stayed at home with these baby girls. We had delayed writing books to spend time with these girls. We’d missed countless coffee dates and outings in lieu of My Little Pony parties. And just one year ago we’d broken down and sent them hesitantly to Mom’s Day Out together. Even though the program only offered part-time preschool care two mornings per week, we’d still wondered if our girls would make it. They were both a bit clingy at four years-old—mama’s girls, happy at home, with family.
And here they were, shrieking with joy in the midst of their new kindergarten classroom first thing in the morning on the first day of school. We had no doubt kindergarten would suit them well. They basically shoved us out the door. We laughed as our egos deflated like Winnie the Pooh’s blue balloon.
“Well, I guess they’ll be okay,” I said reluctantly to Mary’s mom. “Hopefully we will, too.”
She wiped her eyes a bit with a tissue and laughed. We walked away from the classroom without looking back.
Letting go of someone you love can be incredibly difficult and even painful. But it’s made easier when God goes before us and plans in love. As soon as I learned that Mary would be right beside Maggie, learning and growing in the same classroom with the absolute best teacher available in the best district in our area, my fears faded.
God knows me so well. I’ve always felt like Thomas. I have never felt comfortable praying, “I trust you, God.”
I’m the woman praying, “God, I don’t trust you, honestly. But I want to. Please help me.”
And He shows me His hands and His feet and His side.