Thursday, June 9, 2011
Young Authors Night
Then I saw Mrs. Pasiuk. I don't have the words to describe what John's teacher has come to mean to me and how I would not have survived this year without her. I honestly don't think John would have either. She has been our anchor and strength during the hardest days of our lives. I put John on the bus every single morning knowing that I was sending him to a place where he would be loved and cherished. To a mother who feels like a lot of times she is stumbling through widowhood there can be no greater gift.
I digress. I see her in the hall and I lose it. She gives me a genuine hug. I have come in my life to know the difference. I know the hugs that aren't heartfelt, the ones people think they have to give you. This one was one out of love and understanding. She whispered words of comfort and I was ready. I sat near John's seat and the room mother graciously sat in the one for Sean so I wouldn't be alone. What a thoughtful and kind thing to do for me.
It was amazing to see what John had created. He dedicated his book to Hunter "because he brings me stuff". How appropriate. I literally could not have been prouder of that boy.