I’m going back to work today, I’m going to try at least.
I remember how nervous Anna was about starting school this year out at Dilley. She was very excited to be with McKenna, her best friend, but she was scared about starting someplace new. Everyday before school she asked if I would be teaching at Dilley that day, if so would find her and give her a hug and a kiss? Of course I would, this was going to be my new routine. I was so excited to finally be able to see her and be part of her school experience. I had been part of so many kids schooling and now I get to be part of Anna’s.
I remember feeling the same way about seeing Abigail everyday when she was at Joseph Gale. I loved that she would come see me at lunch or would jump out of line and give me a huge hug when I walked by her class. Being able to see my kids in school was the best. I love my job and having them be part of my day was wonderful.
At 10:45 today I will get to Dilley. When I get there I’ll park in the back parking lot and the kids will be at recess. This was our routine; I would park in the back parking lot and Anna would be waiting for me on the swings. I couldn’t wait for that hug and kiss, she was so proud to have her mom at school with her…I know this because she would hug me a hundred times while at recess with not a care in the world of who saw her. The whistle would blow and she would give me one last hug and whisper in my ear, “please don’t be late picking me up.” I was late one time by maybe one minute and she was never going to let me forget it. She would then get in line and I would walk into the building, always turning around at the door to see her giving me the I Love You sign and I would give it back. It was our thing.
At 2:45 I will look at my phone. This is the time Abigail would call me to let me know she was home from school. She never forgot, she always checked in. I would ask her about her day and she would give me the run down…good day, learned lots and would then ask if she could make a smoothie. I would say yes but remember a smoothie doesn’t involve ice cream, that’s a milkshake. I would tell her to make sure to do her reading and then the conversation always ended with I love you, I love you too!
There will be new routines today but I will never forget the old ones. I miss my girls.