I ugly-cried when Lydia’s teacher sent me this picture and told me it’s been an honor to have her in class the last two years.
I’ve never sent any of my babies to preschool before this one—I just did it at home myself because that’s what our crazy lives required. But now our lives are a different kind of crazy with new requirements & this mom needs all the help she can get. Heaven knows our attendance record was a lot more miss than hit as the medical issues seemed to pile up this winter, but Lyd’s team never stopped checking in on us. When Lydia missed her class program today (due to being up all night 😴), I shrugged it off as “just one more missed thing” and didn’t think it hit me that hard—I didn’t let it hit me that hard. But then that email came through celebrating my girl and her growth and her milestones and her existence, anyway, and I lost it. I lost it and sit here humbled with ugly tears streaming down my cheeks thanking this teacher for maybe the biggest lesson of all. It’s one I’ve learned before, but let’s take a beat and REMEMBER. You matter, Lydie girl. In sickness and in health. In your presence and your absence. On the days you willingly give all the right answers, and on the days you don’t. When you’re loud and when you’re quiet. When you’re happy and when you’re sad. You matter forever and always just for being you. And so we notice and give you the space you deserve. Baby girl, I am proud of you. And to her teacher especially, thank you 💛