After a month of coffees, conversations, physicals, stool samples, and enough notarized documents to fill a cabinet, they were accepted. This new Kindergarten is just across the street from where we live in Tirana, Albania. The brightly colored walls were familiar and the sound of sweet sound of children’s voices made us all want in.
For months Sam has started the day with the same request, “Mom, I want to go to school”.
What must have felt like a life time for him, finally materialized. We woke up around five and I announced to them that this was the day they would actually be going to school! The excitement was intense. Balls of energy bouncing off the walls as I made breakfast and Derek carefully selected their outfits and got them dressed. We strapped their new backpacks on and headed out the door just before nine.
In the short walk I must have taken fifty pictures.
I wanted to capture their eagerness to learn and the sheer joy on their faces.We walked hand in hand and delivered them to their separate classrooms. Derek and I walked back together so happy for our boys and their new adventure.
I didn’t cry because I knew they were ready.
I prayed for my boys to reach every single milestone. I can’t say I’ve ever said, “please stop growing so fast” because in the early days we weren’t sure that would happen. We had a rough start, but now they are thriving and I absolutely celebrate every step of our journey together. I surrounded them with their angels, guides, and ancestors. I asked for divine protection and perfect health. And I told them all the way that they were capable.
They did great and were standing a little taller when we picked them up!