Do you ever want a do over? Typically it takes me a long time to make a final decision. I need to know all my options after all, don't want to make a mistake! But once I make a decision I try not to look back....just keep on going, nothing you can probably do about it anyway. So this was new behavior for me, pulling my kid out of school the first week and starting another one, creating more work, craziness for many....not my thing. But this year it was right where we found ourself.
I did school of choice this past year (way back in February) and debated with myself for months over the decision. I came to a finally conclusion (several times), but yet the questions would just creep back up. As time grew closer and closer, though, I had to chose....and Zoe was off to the school she had gone the previous year (not my first choice). However, the advantages of her going there seemed to just dwindle down to her small class size and her ability to ride the special needs bus in the afternoon (due to her weight), thus not disturbing the other littles' nap times (sleep is a big deal in our house!). I just felt that we didn't have much of a choice without making the rest of the families lives a lot more difficult.
On the first day of school Zoe was sooo excited (can you tell)! We got there nice and early (really who am I?); I think because of my nerves about getting three littles up and ready to go on my own again. I walked my elated daughter to class and we waited in the hall for the bell to ring. Shiloh joined right along with those waiting and got in line with them.
However, when it was time to go in the class, her teacher instructed Zoe to give me a hug and say goodbye....goodbye? Don't I get to see her classroom, where her little cubby will be and take another cute picture of this moment that will never be repeated.....ok, goodbye my love! Knowing that she was perfectly fine with this, I took my two other littles and somewhat shocked self back to my van. It will be okay. It will be okay. Something in me wanted more than okay though!
Once getting in the car, I pried for all the details I could to gage Zoe's experience and what I should do. I found a note in her bookbag from having to go to the nurse for getting hit on the head by another student. I had known that there were some children in her class with behavior issues...but the first day...this is not a good start. She didn't even hug her new teacher that day...very unZoelike. After talking things over with Beach (AGAIN) I mentioned about going to the other school to Zoe. She perked up and could not be more excited!
So we decided to give it a go. God would figure out how in the world my other kids would get their needed sleep and we would see if she could even get back into our school of choice. When I called the register's office at the new school I was shocked to hear the voice of someone I had known for years. She wasn't sure about getting her in...but she would talk to the principal. Ok, well that was a good fleece then, if she didn't get in we would know that it just wasn't meant to be.
The next morning came and after sending Zoe to school with instructions not to talk about this delicate matter with her teacher, I waited awhile before attempting to call back (I hate being that annoying person that can't seem to wait) and found out that they had to hear back from the district office. Another phone call later gave us the go ahead and another later told us that she could start on Monday...and she was reassigned to the teacher that she had been originally placed with! Well alright Jesus....it's finally clear....and this momma's heart is at peace!
Perhaps I needed all of this to know, KNOW, that this was were we were supposed to be (at least this year)! How blessed we are! Thank you Lord and all those that helped! We are finally settled!