Today is Bennett’s last day of preschool…I seriously cannot believe this year is over for him! (read: what in the world am I going to do with this kid for the next three months?)
I went back and read my post from his first day of school, and it made me really glad that I have this blog, because I did not remember the details. He looks like he’s grown so much since the first day of school. I’m so happy to report that there was only one incident this year!
This has been a difficult year, though, regarding something I haven’t mentioned on the blog. When I got Bennett’s teacher assignment late last summer, my heart sank. He was getting one of Luke’s former teachers, which was great, but his other teacher, who was a very sweet woman, was entering her third year with ovarian cancer. I was so nervous about him dealing with that so soon after the loss of my mom that the thought crossed my mind to change him to a different class. But I decided against it, and the year started off well. When his teacher had to be out of class due to not feeling well, they had the same sub nearly all the time. They never told the kids what was wrong with her, but honestly, I think he knew all along.
Right after spring break, we received notice that his teacher was going to be taking the rest of the year off to “focus on her health.” (I told Bennett at that time that she had cancer, like Nana did, but that she was trying to get better.) I knew she was worn out, but she was always so bubbly around the kids, and she seemed to have lots of energy when she was at school. So you can imagine my shock when I got a call from the preschool director about 3 weeks ago, telling me that she had passed away. She had decided to quit her chemo treatments, which she’d taken nonstop for 3 years, and thankfully, she did not suffer for long.
But still, I had to have a very difficult conversation with Bennett. They weren’t going to discuss it at school, but there was no way that I could not tell him, as I feared that other kids at school would say something. So I sat him down to tell him, and immediately, he smiled and said, “That’s good! She’s in heaven now with Nana.” I was so surprised that it took me a second to respond, and I told him he was right, and that was that. He’s remembered to pray for his teacher’s family nearly every night since she passed away.
So, despite the fact that I hate how fast this baby of mine is growing up, I’m going to be glad to have this year behind us. Bring on summer.