Yes, I realize that it is October and most children, including the ones in Ava’s class, start school in September or even August. I could say that Ava is not most children, which she isn’t. But then again what parent thinks of their child as “most children,” but that is another post and not relevant to this story. The reason Ava started school today has nothing to do with her and everything to do with her parents, who could not decide whether or not to send her and where for that matter.
I had picked out a preschool in the spring, but hesitated so long in registering her that the class filled up. And then the summer happened and there was really no time for preschool research or decisions for that matter. So Labor Day weekend came and went and Ava stayed home with me.
In the back of my mind, I kept praying that a preschool opportunity would magically present itself and was generally unsettled with our un-decision not to send her.
Last Wednesday, Ava and I were driving home from a friend’s house and we really did not have enough time to go all the way home before going to Wednesday night church. I kept having this thought that we should go to church early, but we never go to church early. I did not know what I would do with myself or Ava. Yet, there I found myself pulling into the church parking lot with more than thirty minutes to spare.
I walked into church and literally bumped into a friend that I haven’t seen for a long time. We started talking about how big Ava was and how her youngest son was nearly five. Out of nowhere she started talking about this preschool her son went to and how fabulous it was. I confessed to her my preschool woes. To which she responded, “Oh, I just talked to the director this morning and they have room for one more three-year-old.”
Through the remainder of the conversation it became quite evident that this was the preschool that I had been praying for. Praise the Lord for providentially preserving one more space for Ava and arranging this unexpected meeting.
Ava and I visited the preschool last Friday and she started this morning.
How did she feel about starting preschool. See for yourself:
Her teacher had called me yesterday and invited me to stay for the first half hour, or until Ava felt comfortable. As you can see, Ava felt comfortable. After about two minutes her teacher said, “Ava, is it okay if your mom leaves?” Without even looking up from the trains, Ava relied, “yep.”
I wrangled a kiss from my independent little girl and left her at school.
How did she like it?
“Mama, Mama!” she exclaimed as I was buckling her in her seat. “How about I go back to school after I wake up from my nap? Does that sound like a good plan?”
And she has been singing ever since. Her Meme was sure she would take a good nap after school. She has been laying in her bed for nearly an hour and is still singing.