The lead up to the new school year was laden with filling out forms and learning the new uniform code, ordering the right color socks and blouses and jumpers. And then we had to find dress shoes that fit just right in straight black, brown or navy. Figuring that out for three girls was just about my limit.
So Matt tackled the school supply shopping list with Josephine and Coryn in tow. They hit three different stores and found everything, except turquoise and orange folders. And Matt, being the always resourceful one, bought blue and yellow folders and painted them the designated color. He also bought three large plastic tubs and sorted all the supplies into them. Which made bringing the supplies to school nearly effortless on my part.
Somehow there are these two "angels" who have appeared. One is graciously shuttling Mallory home three mornings a week and the other delivers the older girls home three afternoons each week. Which means Mallory can enjoy a half-day at school, Gloria gets a nap every single day and I have my sanity.
We're still adjusting to the school, with its new prayers, new rules, new procedures, new teachers, new classmates. Too often we are looking back with grief-stricken hearts at our old school, which was so familiar it was almost like our second family.
We are learning to cherish what was good and beautiful and true of our old school without condemning our new school. We are learning to stretch and move out of our comfort zone to grow. Man-oh-man are there growing pains. And fresh germs. The sodden handkerchiefs and empty bottle of NyQuil on the kitchen counter are proof.
And then there are glimmers of hope.
As I was driving today, I hear Mallory's voice from the back seat say:
Lovely Lady dressed in blue,
Teach me how to pray.
God was just your little boy,
Tell me what to say.
A timely reminder that Mary,
Our Mother, Our Queen, Our Morning Star
is ever-present and always near.
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