As I sit here on your very last day with us, I am trying to find the words to describe this sinking feeling in my gut. I am so sad to have you go, and I’ve been mourning this day almost since you got here.
It would be easy to list the “things” you have done for us every day. Playing with the kids, carting them to and fro, feeding them and picking up after them. Believe me, all of those things alone would be reason to miss you.
But what I will miss the most is how you loved them. It was clear to me the first time I saw you play with my son’s hair absentmindedly. I treasure your endless supply of patience, which must truly be a gift to my children when I have clearly run low on it these days. You love them wholeheartedly, despite their challenges and demands and whether they are open to it or not.
By loving our children, you gave me such a gift. I was able to relax when you cared for them, spending time recharging my batteries and working on creative work. It made the transition so much easier for me, that the kids willingly waved goodbye to me in order to go and have fun with you. Your willingness to wait for my daughter to come to you on her own terms is the most special gift of all, and demonstrates a skill not found in most people your age.
I had no idea that our summer would go this way. Your limited experience with kids was no problem, you jumped right in and watched and listened and learned. And I have learned from you as well, that all of our hard work means something. That other people see us as doing a great job even though it’s hard to see for ourselves. That our kids are turning out just fine.
Thank you for spending the summer with us. Thank you for opening your heart and becoming a part of our family. Thank you for loving us.
You will be missed.
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