This past week was a week of new beginnings.
At the open house at the brand new Northside Elementary and Coulee Montessori School, I walked behind a little girl of about 6-years-old who was leading her grandparents on their own private tour of the school. “You need to follow me and listen. This is a very, very beautiful school, a very beautiful school”, this young student exclaimed with great elation.
And from what I gathered on my wanderings in and out of the bright classrooms and open spaces, this little girl was right. And the most significant emotion that flowed throughout the halls – on every face from elderly north side residents to young families checking out their child’s first classroom, to a teacher I spoke with in his brand new classroom after teaching in the old north side schools for twenty years, to a passionate parent I admire whose children attend this school, and who labored so hard to help get the referendum passed – the most significant emotion was pride and hope.
A new school, a bright spot, for all the community to shine.
A new beginning.
Meeting our grandson for the first time this past week was all that I thought it would be – joyful, loving, fascinating. Holding him, speaking to him, singing to him – with our eyes connected – enchanting! Such a beautiful baby and such beautiful moments.
What I could hardly have imagined, however, was the thrill of seeing our grown-up son, hands-on, nurturing, so naturally attending to and adoring his own son. It was like experiencing the passing of the parenting torch. I had witnessed so many new stages of young adulthood as our son matured over these past ten years, including marriage.
But this one – this one was different.
Seeing both our son and his wife joined so powerfully in love with their first child and so supportive of each other was over the top for me.
It is truly a new beginning.