Benevolent Universe

In the fall, Riley's school will be about a 30 minute commute. Thank God for awesome libraries and books on tape. I've got it all planned out. Breakfast packed up and eaten in the car. No problem.

Knowing we didn't really stand a chance at this late date, I put Seth on the waiting list for a couple of local preschools. He does not turn five 'til September and we want to give him another year to grow. In the meantime I found a decent daycare type place for him, with a preschool program. It's half-way to Riley's school. It is okay. Just a couple of hours a day. He'll be fine.

Guess what?

One of the preschools in our neighborhood called. They have a spot.

We went to visit. It is two seconds away. When I explained to the director about our diet, she said, "We've had kids on special diets before. We just send a list home, of what the allergies or sensitivities are, and the parents work around it for special occasions like birthdays."

Say what?

She registered the look of shock on my face.

"We believe it's a teachable moment. Consideration for others, you know. It's a good opportunity to learn about compassion."

I shed a tear right there in the hallway. You wanna make something of it?

The school is everything I could ever want for him. It is very holistic, very Waldorf-ish but not, very Sudbury, but not. By the end of our tour, she was hugging this basket case, plopped into a new state, head-spinning, mother. I put down a deposit; my heart feeling so happy for Seth.
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The realtor who let us into the house lives on this street. We bumped into her on the sidewalk and got to talking. She could not believe we got in. She said parents start lining up at 1AM the night before registration to ensure their child's placement into this school.

I had no idea when I put him on the list.

I am so diggin' it here.