Life is fluid. Seasons come and go. When we reach detours, we just alter our course and go on. Especially after throwing the GPS out of a moving vehicle.
Life is about change. This thing called change?
I don’t much like it.
On Thursday, I received an unexpected e-mail. I read it, reread, and then sat staring at my computer screen. Assessing the changes that were eminent and were completely out of my hands.
I then mentally rehearsed the speech needed to break the unexpected news to my children.
The e-mail I received was from our homeschool group leader. We have belonged to a very large homeschool group for the last 4 years. My children have been very involved in a number of the activities offered. And were looking forward to the next year with great anticipation.
And now, because of circumstances unforeseen, our nonprofit homeschool group is closing. Effective immediately.
I was forced to tell my children about the closing on Thursday, only because they were to attend a function, and I knew it would be discussed. Otherwise, I would have pretended never to have received the e-mail. Avoidance is my favored coping technique.
The children’s grief was thankfully overshadowed by the horrifying news that their mother was leaving to fly home to Texas that evening. Without them.
Thursday was an emotional day in the House of Fiddle. Even the fish cried.
But, there is a reason for this uncharacteristically personal post.
To the lady who has lead this large homeschool group for the last 7 years, and reads this blog, I have a few choice words for you.
I just love you. Thank you for the many millions of hours you have devoted to my children, as well as to hundreds of other homeschool families. I so appreciate you, and the sacrifices that you have made. Your work is often under appreciated and overlooked.
I will miss you terribly. I will miss your friendship and your constant encouragement. I know, you will not be that far away, but you know my flair for drama. It is a gift.
I type these words as I cry bitter tears. Face down in an airport terminal.
God has opened a wonderful window of opportunity for you. I’m excited to see what He has planned in your life. You will be such a blessing where you have now been led.
Because of you, and all of your work, my children have made life long friends. And so have I. You have planted seeds here that will continue to grow and flourish. Do not ever doubt that.
I’m excited to see how God will use this opportunity to shove coax some of us out of our comfort zones. Ahem. And in the last few days, I am encouraged by some of the moms who are stepping forward to keep a few programs together. I have little doubt that we will eventually evolve into a strong support group. I hang onto that.
Thank you again and again.
You will be greatly missed.