I loved our last principal, don’t get me wrong.
But I sent my kids off to school on the first day that we moved here with such a lot of fear in my heart. I remember talking to Miranda when she sent hers for the first time in TX and I knew exactly how she felt a year later.
And then the principal called me to ask me how Mr Middle’s day had gone. She knew it was a tough transition for both of us and just wanted to check up with us.
And I didn’t know what to say other then we were really happy with his new teacher and the school.
And after I got that call I knew things would be OK. She’d actually called me earlier in the summer after I sent her an email asking about classroom placement for Mr Middle. She was sweet and kind. I was hopeful.
School was the hardest transition for me. I was so at home at the last school. I’d worked hard to build bonds and know the inner workings.
And that one phone call helped me realize it WAS going to be OK. Not to say I longed for the old school for most of that first year. But I’m slowly settling in.
Change can be hard. And she sure made it easier, so thank you.
ETA: I think as I’m writing these posts that it is small, one time events that have made a big difference for me. It’s making me think about how I live my own life and how I treat people around me. Thoughts on that?