This week has been trying.
This week has been frustrating.
This week has been sad, mixed with anger, mixed with hope.
This week has brought out the lioness in me like no other.
We had… let’s call it “issues” with Savannah’s school this week.
“Issues” that resulted in us pulling her from school.
Pulling her from a school she’s attended since Kindergarten.
I was so angry at the administration of this school.
Then I felt completely broken at the loss…for me….for Savannah.
Now at the beginning of her sixth grade year she will need to start over at a new place, with new kids, new teachers, and the semester has already begun.
I find myself holding my kids, especially my oldest, closer than ever and growling at anyone who dares to come near.
But then a little hope emerged when Savannah and I toured schools together, and we felt ourselves getting excited about one. I swear I saw a future friend walk by. She had the same curly hair as my girl pulled back into a ponytail and she looked at us with a shy smile as she walked by.
This morning I picked up Savannah’s information from her old school for the transfer to become official. As I stood at the office window the Kindergarten class walked by in a single-file line and I could see Savannah, five years old, walking with them. Then the Science teacher Savannah had been looking forward to having this year walked out into the hallway, talking to the kids as they walked by. My heart sank and I could feel the tears well up.
We’ve been a part of this school for over six years and they’ve been a part of us, frustrations and all.
As I turned to leave the office manager said, “Tell Savannah I love her and I’m going to miss her.” I could only nod.
In the car I wiped my eyes and drove away.
We’ve made our decision…
And there’s no looking back.