Aiden’s last week of school is next week and I keep thinking about writing a note thanking Aiden’s teacher. Each time though I get stopped, how do you thank someone for something this big? How do you even put in words what this person has done for you?
All the tears deciding if we should send him to school or not. All the prayers for the right decision, the right path for our boy.
Since the moment Aiden and I’s eyes met I have struggled with sharing him. The moment they took him out of my arms and whisked him away to the NICU, the way my heart broke to miss even a moment with him. Each milestone I catch myself prying open my fingers, struggling with my heart and my fears and knowing what is best for him.
Then on October 24, 2013 I wrote this post. You can read the struggle, almost hear the tremble in my voice.
To his precious teacher,
Thank you for loving my boy this year. Thank you for helping me share him, thank you for rejoicing in the sweet moments along side me. Thank you for recognizing in Aiden the things that I love so much about him, for noticing the same things and celebrating his sweet spirit.
Thank you for being there when I wasn’t. For making his tears go away and for making him laugh when he was miles away from me.
Thank you for being tender and gracious with him. For giving him a love of learning. For giving him an experience that was so positive that he has tears when he thinks about the school year ending and a new chapter beginning.
Thank you for teaching him this year, for helping him thrive. Thank you for showing him Jesus day after day.
Thank you so much from the very bottom of my heart for pouring your heart and soul this year into a little person that means everything to me. Forever you have blessed our life and become a part of our story.
I read a quote once that said if you share your gift with others, you are returning it to Him. Thank you so much for using your gift and blessing our family.
We are forever and ever thankful.