“Out of difficulties grow miracles.”
~Jean de la Bruyere
The quote above is the quote used by the Vacterl Association. I’ve always loved it. It summarizes perfectly my miscarriages, and Brody, and so many other things I’ve experienced. Like winning a free trip to France. Like the generous angel who has regularly been sending us money to pay for the meds for this pregnancy. Like the fact that this baby is still here, growing, inside my body, my body that at one time was almost a professional miscarriager, despite not doing any kind of immune treatments beforehand.
This latest thing….I do not know how to describe this feeling. Joy. Relief. Humbled.
“That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us,
or it just stays invisible for you.”
~ Charles de LintAs you know, we love our daycare: A Child’s View Preschool. Brody has attended for 2 years. They are the ones who insisted that they would pick up Brody from his preschool every day – even though they don’t travel to schools that far away from the daycare for anyone else - instead of letting him go to another daycare.
We informed them that our new son would be attending too. And then did the math. For two full-time tuition, one infant, one pre-K, it’s tight on our budget. Razor thin margin of error. Not unlike many families.
But it was not such an expense that would justify J or me quitting our jobs to go full-time at home (we checked).
Then, yesterday, Tracy, the assistant director, informed me that she and Kim, the executive director, were talking about us (?) and they thought that they could help us out, seeing as how we’d been through so much with Brody. Now, we’re never late on payments, we’ve never discussed finances with the daycare, although they do know that little man is a big surprise.
Nevertheless, Tracy said that once the baby starts going to daycare there (in February) ($205/week including formula), that they will not charge us for Brody’s care. ($170/week).
I made her repeat it a couple of times to make sure I heard her right. This is a business. With employees and people to pay and rent.
But I heard her right.
After drying my eyes and hugging her, I rushed home to tell Jeremy. He questioned me too: Really? Seriously? No way. That’s crazy. Who does that?
Who does that? Not half off, but free. Until he starts kindergarten in late August.
“The universe is full of magical things,
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”
What do you say when "thank you" could never be enough?