Now that Term 4 is under way we are starting to experience the first of some significant 'lasts'.
Last weeks of preschool. Last appointments with therapists who have known Ashlea for years. Last days of work on campus for me (oh yes - that working from home plan is coming to fruition). Last therapy session with the Institute for Deaf and Blind Children (RIDBC). Ashlea has such a lovely connection with all these people - it is sad that we are finishing up with them.
Don't get me wrong - I'm excited for Ashlea to start school and am looking forward to some upcoming 'firsts' as well. Next week is the first day of kindergarten orientation. My little babies are ready for big school!
It's just that I am sad to be leaving some wonderful therapists who have helped Ashlea enormously. It is a shame that these transitions are happening sooner than they usually would because of the surgery. Ashlea will miss out on some of the rites of passage that I had been looking forward to. The end of year preschool concert. The Christmas party at the RIDBC where they have a graduation ceremony for all the children going to big school. I'm so sad we will not be there for that - they have been the service we have been with the longest and Ashlea has LOVED her time with them. Every year I have had a tear in my eye watching the children graduate and imagining what it will be like when it's Ashlea's turn. Ashlea probably couldn't care less about missing the graduation, but I care about missing it! It's a big transition for me as well as for her. Some of these therapists have been with us since very early on and have shared this journey with us.
Can you tell I'm feeling nostalgic this week?
We also have our farewell visit to Gladesville (our old church) this Sunday where we have the opportunity to publicly thank everyone for all the support they have given us over the years. I'm loving going to church only 5 minutes from home, but it is sad to officially say good bye to people at Gladesville who we have such history with. We are kind of in that awkward phase of changing churches - we have 'moved in' and started to make friends but we don't yet have any close friends that we have history with. No one there knows the full Ashlea story and what we've been through. There aren't people that we know well enough to say "Oh My Goodness the transplant is in a month and I'm freaking out!!!!". Well, I guess I could say that (although we all know I never will) - but it's not the same as when you say that to someone who knows you well. Or when someone knows you so well that you don't even have to say it.
The times they are a changin'.