Four and a half years ago a tired Mama dropped her second grader at school for the day. Babe in arms she decided to stay for the school assembly. She was trying to find her way in a new community. A place she now called home but barely knew.
It had been a rushed morning and breakfast had been little more than a mouthful; just to put something in her stomach and keep it quiet until she returned home. In the hurry and fluster she had quite forgotten the new playgroup starting up that day. Until the kind teacher asked if she was planning to stay. Her first thought was breakfast and that maybe next week would be better. But something inside made her stay…
Today, at home time, three of those babes linked arms and smiled for their last ever photograph at playgroup. The final three to graduate from the original group.
Thank you for the memories boys. The smiling faces each week. We have watched you grow from chuck cloths, wipes, and bottles. We have steadied your first wobbly steps and together you’ve learned to play and share. Because of you we got to spend some ‘mummy time’ and find ourselves in others.
This season has come to a close. It is time to move on. As I look back, I cannot help but be grateful.
Now, your turn…