Today marks 11 years since we lost our precious Natalie. Last night, I was looking
through old photos and noticed something on this one that I'd
never noticed before. Natalie was born with a small patch of white hair
on the back of her head, which you can see in this photo! I am so
thrilled to have some kind of tangible record of this unique little part
of her because a few days after she died, the funeral director
had given us a few "keepsakes" -- a lock of her hair and some plaster casts of her hands and feet. It reminded to ask about the white tuft of hair and I asked if there was any way I could have it as well, but
unfortunately it wasn't possible due to the autopsy (let that sink in). It broke my
heart but there wasn't anything anyone could do and it felt like another little piece of her had slipped away.
Last night I was looking at every photo, not just the "good" ones of her beautiful smiling face. Since this one is taken from behind, I'd never really looked too closely before, but suddenly there it was! Her precious little lock of white hair. My heart leaped to receive this special gift, especially now on her Angelversary.
I remain eternally grateful to all of my friends and family who continue to support me and my family on this life-long journey. My dear friend Laura Prieto, who also happens to be the first person we called 11 years ago this Sunday morning, recently commented "Love keeps her memory strong." I love this idea and it's true because the depth of the grief is measured by the depth of the love. And the love is oh so strong. It is unbreakable.<3 p="">
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Sunday, March 18, 2018
Saturday, July 29, 2017
#Natalie
Today
my beautiful Natalie would have turned 12. As the years go by, the pain
of losing her has not diminished. If anything, the longing and
wondering what she'd be like grows ever stronger, and the magnitude of
her loss is amplified through all that could have been but will never be.
Her memorial website is temporarily down, something beyond my control. In lieu of a virtual candle there, let's light up Instagram and Facebook with messages and/or pictures of candles, blueberries, or anything else that reminds you of Natalie with the hashtag #Natalie.
We celebrate this day she entered the world 12 years ago and the 19 months and 18 days she was here to brighten our lives. Remembering Natalie always with so much love.
Her memorial website is temporarily down, something beyond my control. In lieu of a virtual candle there, let's light up Instagram and Facebook with messages and/or pictures of candles, blueberries, or anything else that reminds you of Natalie with the hashtag #Natalie.
We celebrate this day she entered the world 12 years ago and the 19 months and 18 days she was here to brighten our lives. Remembering Natalie always with so much love.
Friday, July 21, 2017
Why I Talk to Butterflies
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Once again,
death has been on the front burner in our lives. June 30th saw the passing of
Christopher's mother, my children's last living grandparent. And a few days
ago, Gabriel's beloved chicken Pickles died after being ill for several weeks.
Whenever we are faced with death, inevitably it triggers thoughts of
Natalie—thoughts and feelings even deeper than the regular, everyday thoughts
and feelings.
Today I took
an alternate route home, which took me past a funeral home in East Providence.
As I took note of its existence, a sudden flood of imagery came to mind, all
pictures of death: my mother-in-law in her casket, our dead chicken, and my
precious baby Natalie on several occasions: her small lifeless body when I found her on March 18th, at the funeral home, and at the cemetery before she was cremated. Overcome by the sudden
intensity of these memories, I burst into tears and cried the rest of the way
home.
Earlier
today, someone in one of my grief support groups posted an interesting article
about how people who don’t believe in God deal with death. It talked about the
science of what is proven/known vs. what is not and where faith comes into the
picture for many people. It reminded me of the beautiful sermon Pam Gregory gave at
Natalie’s memorial service about how physicists know that energy cannot be
created or destroyed, just transformed. It gave me tremendous comfort to think
that Natalie’s energy and life force did not die, but simply took on a
different form. Pam talked about how maybe if we pay close enough attention, we
will be able to perceive it.
When I got
home and was getting out of the car, which I had parked in the shade of the
house right next to Natalie’s garden, a beautiful swallowtail butterfly swooped
past and landed on Natalie’s butterfly bush, the first I’ve seen this summer. I
couldn’t help but feel an immediate connection to this spectacular creature.
Nor could I help wonder if her appearance was not particularly timely and
relevant given recent events. I greeted her and remarked how beautiful she was.
I thanked her for coming to visit me today.
Hours later
when I went back out to the car to pick up Gabriel from camp, a monarch
butterfly was flitting about Natalie’s garden. Again, the first one I’ve seen
all summer. Again, I greeted her with joy, so happy to see her and, again, I thanked
her for coming.
I don’t know
if this is Natalie’s energy manifesting to bring me comfort, but I don’t know
that it isn’t. And that is why I talk to butterflies.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
A Personal Revelation About a Political Revolution
Last night I was at my grief support group meeting of TheCompassionate Friends, and a light bulb suddenly went off in my
brain.
But in order to make any of these things happen, we need to
get Big Money out of our political process. It’s not democracy when anything
other than the will of the majority of people takes precedence. Yet the
influence of Big Money and special interests has become standard operating
procedure in our country. Bernie wants to fix the system.
As a Bernie supporter, I have noticed an amazing thing
starting to happen in our country. Through the incredible immediacy and
intimacy of social media, people are connecting with each other. There is a
sense of community—an American community—that doesn’t seem to have existed
before.
As I watch voting results
come in across the country, I am deeply grateful to the people in those states
for having the courage to vote for change, to vote for hope, to vote for integrity.
I felt a glimmer of one-ness
with my fellow citizens I had never felt before—like we are all in this
together. And that is at the core of Bernie’s message. We are one people. Let’s
help each other. Let’s do the right thing. Let’s stop the “me first” attitude
that rears its ugly head so often in our daily lives.
Why we need a political revolution
Anyone who has seen my Facebook feed over the last 9 or 10
months cannot escape my frequent and unabashed enthusiasm for Bernie Sanders as
my candidate of choice for President of the United States. I don’t know for
sure, but I suspect that many people were surprised by my sudden outburst of
political fervor (normally I stick to personal updates with the occasional GMO
labeling or “save the bees” type of activism). I have to admit, it kind of
caught me by surprise, too.
What I already knew
On the surface, I support Bernie because I believe that he
is a rare kind of politician who has the integrity and courage to stand up for what’s
right—fairness, equality, and justice for all including our planet—without
being swayed by Big Money interests or political favors. And I agree with his
priorities and his positions on the issues.
What’s more, because Hillary Clinton is running again this
year, the inevitable comparisons to the 2008 presidential race have caused me
to become aware that I really don’t remember very much about that election. I
was in a fog in 2007 and 2008 having just suffered the death of my precious daughter Natalie (July 29, 2005–March 18, 2007).
What I realized last
night
Last night it dawned on me how my passion for Bernie is also
an expression of my grief. It’s a little complicated as grief can take some unexpected turns, but I’ll do my best to
explain.
First, a few notes
about my political background and why I support Bernie
I believe that this election year, the United States is at a
critical crossroads in its history. For most of my 49 years our country has
been sinking into a dangerous and inherently “un-American” system that has
turned our democracy into an oligarchy—a system of government in which a few
rich and powerful people are in control.
In 1984 I became eligible to vote in my first presidential
election. I have always taken my right to vote seriously and have exercised it faithfully in every election since—presidential and otherwise. With the
exception of 1988 when Jesse Jackson ran for the democratic nomination (I saw
him speak three times that year), no candidate has ever really gotten me
particularly excited.
It seems like every time
election year rolls around, it’s the all-too-familiar choice between the
“lesser of two evils.”
Now, for the first time in my life, a candidate has come
along and ignited a fire in my political being. I’ve almost become an activist—even going so far as to become a delegate candidate on the Rhode Island democratic ballot. Thanks to Bernie Sanders—a man who
has a proven record of fighting for equality and justice his entire adult life
(just look at his various speeches over the years)—I am now keenly aware that the middle class has been
shrinking and the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer.
Roslyn’s and Gabriel’s
future
And I started thinking about my children’s future: what kind
of world are we going to leave them and their kids? Bernie’s idea of
tuition-free public universities is sounding pretty darn good right now. So is
his idea of universal, single-payer healthcare. Not to mention his deep
commitment to addressing climate change. I want the world to be a better place
for my children, not a dark, dystopian future that we see in popular fiction
like “The Hunger Games,” where an oligarchic “Capital” controls everyone else
through fear and propaganda for its own gain.
But in order to make any of these things happen, we need to
get Big Money out of our political process. It’s not democracy when anything
other than the will of the majority of people takes precedence. Yet the
influence of Big Money and special interests has become standard operating
procedure in our country. Bernie wants to fix the system.
A more compassionate society
Former President George H.W. Bush once said he wanted a
“kinder, gentler nation.” It is a noble goal, but one that he was unable to
achieve, nor has anyone else since. Why? Because the people we have elected to
the highest office are not people of clear conviction and integrity that
inspire others to be better human beings. Remember the line in the movie “As
Good As It Gets” when Jack Nicholson says, “You make me want to be a better
man”? That’s the kind of feeling I’m talking about. To inspire that in others you must
set the example—and Bernie Sanders is doing that all over this
country.
As a Bernie supporter, I have noticed an amazing thing
starting to happen in our country. Through the incredible immediacy and
intimacy of social media, people are connecting with each other. There is a
sense of community—an American community—that doesn’t seem to have existed
before.
As I watch voting results
come in across the country, I am deeply grateful to the people in those states
for having the courage to vote for change, to vote for hope, to vote for integrity.
I felt a glimmer of one-ness
with my fellow citizens I had never felt before—like we are all in this
together. And that is at the core of Bernie’s message. We are one people. Let’s
help each other. Let’s do the right thing. Let’s stop the “me first” attitude
that rears its ugly head so often in our daily lives.Why we need a political revolution
It takes a lot of courage to change. But I believe that
Bernie is the catalyst for truly bringing about the reform we need in our government and our society. His political revolution embraces the inherent principles of democracy, which is what the United States of America is supposed to uphold: Government of the people, by the people, and for the people. We have strayed and it's time to get back on track. Bernie is the only candidate who can make that happen.
Our ancestors fought for the freedoms many people now take
for granted—the right to vote. The right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The right to be accepted for who you are.
I am just one voter. One American citizen. One mother who
wants the best for her children. And that is why I am voting for Bernie
Sanders.
Back to the grief connection
So… last night I was sitting in the meeting listening to
people talk about their grief and something clicked.
For people who have lost a child (myself included) one of
the most difficult things to deal with in the grieving process is the
unfairness of it. Children are not supposed to predecease their parents. I
still find it impossible to accept Natalie’s passing. It is just wrong. But I
don’t have anyone to blame or be angry at (except the universe, and frankly,
that’s just not good enough).
With the wrongness of losing a child comes a feeling of
powerlessness. There was nothing we could do to save her. Hope dies, too.
When Bernie Sanders announced his candidacy, on a level
buried very deep within me, I saw an opportunity for hope and I was compelled
to DO SOMETHING in a way I never had before in my life. And so political
activist Beth emerged. It came from a deep need, an all-consuming craving, for
there to be fairness and justice in this world.
Natalie is gone. My only hope for her now is that her memory
will live on among those who knew her and those who may be touched by her life. But I can still hope for a better future for Roslyn and Gabriel, for my fellow citizens, and for our planet. I know it’s an
uphill battle. But does that mean we shouldn’t try?
My very insightful and caring
husband
When I shared my revelation with my husband last night after the meeting, I was surprised and touched that he seemed to
have understood my motivation all along. Last summer, he had expressed concern
over me getting too invested in Bernie because he saw from the beginning how it
was connected to Natalie and he didn’t want to see me get crushed. (Like many
people, he was skeptical that Bernie could win against the enormous power of the political Establishment and the Clinton machine.) I am humbled by his insight. Sometimes those who love us know us better than we know ourselves. It just took me longer to figure it out. I am grateful to Christopher for that and so much more.
And I'm pleased to report that he has joined me in feeling the Bern!
And I'm pleased to report that he has joined me in feeling the Bern!
Friday, January 29, 2016
You Can't Undo Death
Yesterday evening when we went to tuck in our chickens for the night, my husband found one of our four hens had died. I had let them run free for a couple of hours that afternoon and hadn't yet closed the door to the coop. Immediately I assumed that a predator had gotten in there. Already I was feeling like it was my fault. But when Chris picked her up, we examined her and I noticed she was in perfect condition. There were no wounds or signs of any sort of distress. We ruled out an attack, which then left the question of what caused her to die? Not even a year old, it wasn't her age. What else could cause a seemingly healthy chicken to just die? I had just seen her less than 2 hours prior and she was running around with the flock. So what happened in that short time frame to cause her to die?
I googled this question and found out that other people have had similar experiences. Maybe it was a heart attack. Maybe she was "egg bound," a condition that occurs when they can't release an egg. Maybe she was sick (though she didn't show any symptoms). Who knows?
I couldn't get to sleep last night as I cried and cried over this poor chicken. I felt a little silly until I realized how similar her fate was to my precious Natalie's. I am forever plagued with the question of what caused Natalie to die quietly in her sleep? There were no warning signs. Just like this chicken. There are no answers.
We didn't take any pictures of Natalie that horrific morning of March 18, nor as she lay peacefully in her casket when our family members visited her the night before her memorial service. (I have those images imprinted on my brain forever.) But Roslyn did take a picture of our poor hen and posted it on her Instagram account with the caption "RIP Gaspar or Sleepy" (it was hard to tell the three RI Reds apart, but we're sure it's not Birdy) and some crying emojis. Looking at that peaceful bird makes me keenly aware (yet again) of how precious and fragile life is. One minutes they're here, the next they're gone. Poof!
You can't undo death.
As a result of not sleeping well, I'm tired and I've been in a bit of a funk. In fact, I've been in a funk for the past couple of weeks as now we are well into the new year and March 18 is just around the corner. It seems to happen every year around this time. The passing of our poor, sweet chicken has triggered my grief big time. I'm in the thick of it again. I struggle to get through this season coping with the enormity of my loss and my forever longing for my daughter who I will never get back. Because you can't undo death.
I googled this question and found out that other people have had similar experiences. Maybe it was a heart attack. Maybe she was "egg bound," a condition that occurs when they can't release an egg. Maybe she was sick (though she didn't show any symptoms). Who knows?
I couldn't get to sleep last night as I cried and cried over this poor chicken. I felt a little silly until I realized how similar her fate was to my precious Natalie's. I am forever plagued with the question of what caused Natalie to die quietly in her sleep? There were no warning signs. Just like this chicken. There are no answers.
We didn't take any pictures of Natalie that horrific morning of March 18, nor as she lay peacefully in her casket when our family members visited her the night before her memorial service. (I have those images imprinted on my brain forever.) But Roslyn did take a picture of our poor hen and posted it on her Instagram account with the caption "RIP Gaspar or Sleepy" (it was hard to tell the three RI Reds apart, but we're sure it's not Birdy) and some crying emojis. Looking at that peaceful bird makes me keenly aware (yet again) of how precious and fragile life is. One minutes they're here, the next they're gone. Poof!
You can't undo death.
As a result of not sleeping well, I'm tired and I've been in a bit of a funk. In fact, I've been in a funk for the past couple of weeks as now we are well into the new year and March 18 is just around the corner. It seems to happen every year around this time. The passing of our poor, sweet chicken has triggered my grief big time. I'm in the thick of it again. I struggle to get through this season coping with the enormity of my loss and my forever longing for my daughter who I will never get back. Because you can't undo death.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
She Would Have Been 10
Natalie would have been 10 years old today. Ten. 10. T-e-n! Such a big girl, following in the footsteps of her beautiful big sister Roslyn, now 12. Roslyn doesn't have any friends that age herself, but she does know a few girls this age through another friend. Recently we have had a couple of social occasions in which these girls were there and it was both lovely and sad to see Roslyn interacting with them. Lovely because I'm always happy when Roslyn is having fun with other kids. Sad because it is a stark reminder that Natalie is not here. It gives me a glimpse of what it might be like if she were and all that we are missing.
When Chris and I decided to start trying for our second child, we did so with the thought that having a 2-3 year space between Roslyn and her little sister or brother would be nice. Natalie was exactly 2 1/2 years younger than Roslyn. Back in March 2007, we were planning to move Roslyn and Natalie into the same room together. We had even purchased matching beds online just a week or two before Natalie died. During that insane time just following her death, I had a moment of clarity and thought to cancel the bed order. When I logged in to the website, I found that the order never went through. The credit card was never charged. We didn't have to do anything to un-do it. I remember thinking how strange that was because I had received a confirmation page with an order #. It's still pretty strange when you think about it...
With each year that passes, I cannot help but wonder, What would Natalie be like? What would she be interested in? Would she love to read like Roslyn does? Or, maybe she would have loved to play sports (which Roslyn doesn't)? How tall would she be? Would she be funny? So many thoughts that fill my head... And then I cry because we will never know. I just remember those big, beautiful brown eyes and chubby, dimpled cheeks and I'm pretty sure Natalie would still have those as a 10 year-old (maybe the cheeks might be little less chubby, though).
Today is a day to celebrate Natalie and the love and joy she brought to our family, if only for a short time. I plan to pick blueberries this morning with Gabriel and we will eat them and hum with pleasure in loving remembrance of our sweet baby girl, our little sister, our other big sister who we never met, our granddaughter, our niece, our friend. Our Natalie. We love you so.
When Chris and I decided to start trying for our second child, we did so with the thought that having a 2-3 year space between Roslyn and her little sister or brother would be nice. Natalie was exactly 2 1/2 years younger than Roslyn. Back in March 2007, we were planning to move Roslyn and Natalie into the same room together. We had even purchased matching beds online just a week or two before Natalie died. During that insane time just following her death, I had a moment of clarity and thought to cancel the bed order. When I logged in to the website, I found that the order never went through. The credit card was never charged. We didn't have to do anything to un-do it. I remember thinking how strange that was because I had received a confirmation page with an order #. It's still pretty strange when you think about it...
With each year that passes, I cannot help but wonder, What would Natalie be like? What would she be interested in? Would she love to read like Roslyn does? Or, maybe she would have loved to play sports (which Roslyn doesn't)? How tall would she be? Would she be funny? So many thoughts that fill my head... And then I cry because we will never know. I just remember those big, beautiful brown eyes and chubby, dimpled cheeks and I'm pretty sure Natalie would still have those as a 10 year-old (maybe the cheeks might be little less chubby, though).
Today is a day to celebrate Natalie and the love and joy she brought to our family, if only for a short time. I plan to pick blueberries this morning with Gabriel and we will eat them and hum with pleasure in loving remembrance of our sweet baby girl, our little sister, our other big sister who we never met, our granddaughter, our niece, our friend. Our Natalie. We love you so.
| Newborn Natalie |
| Natalie's first birthday. Blueberry cake! |
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Leaving ESNS
Yesterday was Gabriel's last day at East Side Nursery School (ESNS), the beloved little pre-school that Roslyn and Gabriel both attended for two years, that's just a few blocks down the street from our house. It's where Natalie would have gone, too. She loved being there when I would drop off and pick up Roslyn. This year, I saw all of the other little siblings as they had fun being there, and it brought back fond memories of how much Natalie loved it, too.
ESNS is where Roslyn was going to school in 2007 when Natalie suddenly and tragically left us. It was such a shock to everyone at the time -- and I'm sure it still is for many. I know it is for us. In 2007, the ESNS community, made up of other parents and the school's two teachers Carole and Susan, surrounded us with love and support in our darkest hour. I am forever grateful to all of them for their kindness and support then -- and in the years since. And I know Christopher is, too. I honestly don't know what I would have done without them. I'll never forget taking Roslyn to school that first Tuesday back after we found Natalie that terrible Sunday morning. I could barely speak. It was all I had in me to just get through the task of dropping off my child for school and everything that entailed -- hanging up her coat, washing hands, getting settled, etc. Roslyn was so brave and just went with it like a trooper. I was a pathetic mess, but somehow managed to get through it. And time went on.
When Natalie died, we asked that in lieu of flowers, donations be made in her memory to the East Side Nursery School. We didn't have a cause of death. We were completely blind-sided. We didn't know what else to do or say when people started asking us, "Where can we send a donation?" ESNS was the natural, and only choice for us. It took us several years to figure out how that money would be allocated. Carole and Susan were very patient and understanding and worked with us to come up with a plan for using the money for something that would benefit the school while being a lasting tribute to Natalie and her memory. Just before Susan retired in 2011, we decided to use the funds to purchase new furniture and a lovely little plaque was placed in the classroom. I still can't look at it without tears welling up.
When Gabriel turned 3 and was old enough to start at ESNS, I felt apprehensive and nervous about returning to the school. I wasn't sure if it would be too painful because of how much ESNS was wrapped up in my feelings about my children, both happy and sad. But I also knew there was no other choice for us. Carole was always so understanding and supportive, I knew it would be OK. The first day back felt just plain weird. Except for Carole, I didn't know anyone (even Michele, the teacher who succeeded Susan was new). It felt strange to be back there among people who knew nothing about Natalie or our family. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Gabriel made it all easier, though. He was just so delightful and excited. He helped me make the transition to this new group of families who over the last two years I have had the pleasure of getting to know and become friends with.
Initially, I didn't ask to be on the ESNS board, but when an opening for tuition treasurer came up in October, I decided to volunteer and my name was picked out of a hat. The second year, I moved into the role of publicity coordinator where I knew I could put my professional skills to use. I was concerned about the lower-than-usual enrollment and didn't want to see the school suffer economic problems, so I made it my mission to do everything I could to make sure the numbers were better this year. I undertook a complete redesign of the school's website, which though nice, was outdated. We were fortunate to have some talented parents in the community this year -- a web designer and photographer, in particular -- who I worked with to create an accessible, mobile-friendly site for the school. I used Facebook to support enrollment and fundraising efforts and I'm happy to say that we're in great shape for next year. Maybe it was a fluke, maybe it had something to do with my efforts, I don't know. But I do know that I worked really hard -- all out of love for this school that has given me, my children, and our community so much.
So, yesterday was hard. ESNS is so deeply connected to Natalie (she even appears in the video they have on their website, the little sister at the beginning in the hat with pink polka dots), it felt like another door was being closed. Another chapter finished. On some level, I know this isn't true -- for I know that as long as I'm living, my baby she'll be (thanks Robert Munsch). And I also know that Gabriel is ready to move on, and I'm excited for what the future holds for him at International Charter School and beyond. So on one hand, I'm ready to leave. On the other, it's hard to let go.
In the end, I just want to say: Thank you, thank you, East Side Nursery School for everything you've given Roslyn, Gabriel, Christopher, me -- and Natalie. We love you.

ESNS is where Roslyn was going to school in 2007 when Natalie suddenly and tragically left us. It was such a shock to everyone at the time -- and I'm sure it still is for many. I know it is for us. In 2007, the ESNS community, made up of other parents and the school's two teachers Carole and Susan, surrounded us with love and support in our darkest hour. I am forever grateful to all of them for their kindness and support then -- and in the years since. And I know Christopher is, too. I honestly don't know what I would have done without them. I'll never forget taking Roslyn to school that first Tuesday back after we found Natalie that terrible Sunday morning. I could barely speak. It was all I had in me to just get through the task of dropping off my child for school and everything that entailed -- hanging up her coat, washing hands, getting settled, etc. Roslyn was so brave and just went with it like a trooper. I was a pathetic mess, but somehow managed to get through it. And time went on.
When Natalie died, we asked that in lieu of flowers, donations be made in her memory to the East Side Nursery School. We didn't have a cause of death. We were completely blind-sided. We didn't know what else to do or say when people started asking us, "Where can we send a donation?" ESNS was the natural, and only choice for us. It took us several years to figure out how that money would be allocated. Carole and Susan were very patient and understanding and worked with us to come up with a plan for using the money for something that would benefit the school while being a lasting tribute to Natalie and her memory. Just before Susan retired in 2011, we decided to use the funds to purchase new furniture and a lovely little plaque was placed in the classroom. I still can't look at it without tears welling up.
When Gabriel turned 3 and was old enough to start at ESNS, I felt apprehensive and nervous about returning to the school. I wasn't sure if it would be too painful because of how much ESNS was wrapped up in my feelings about my children, both happy and sad. But I also knew there was no other choice for us. Carole was always so understanding and supportive, I knew it would be OK. The first day back felt just plain weird. Except for Carole, I didn't know anyone (even Michele, the teacher who succeeded Susan was new). It felt strange to be back there among people who knew nothing about Natalie or our family. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Gabriel made it all easier, though. He was just so delightful and excited. He helped me make the transition to this new group of families who over the last two years I have had the pleasure of getting to know and become friends with.
Initially, I didn't ask to be on the ESNS board, but when an opening for tuition treasurer came up in October, I decided to volunteer and my name was picked out of a hat. The second year, I moved into the role of publicity coordinator where I knew I could put my professional skills to use. I was concerned about the lower-than-usual enrollment and didn't want to see the school suffer economic problems, so I made it my mission to do everything I could to make sure the numbers were better this year. I undertook a complete redesign of the school's website, which though nice, was outdated. We were fortunate to have some talented parents in the community this year -- a web designer and photographer, in particular -- who I worked with to create an accessible, mobile-friendly site for the school. I used Facebook to support enrollment and fundraising efforts and I'm happy to say that we're in great shape for next year. Maybe it was a fluke, maybe it had something to do with my efforts, I don't know. But I do know that I worked really hard -- all out of love for this school that has given me, my children, and our community so much.
So, yesterday was hard. ESNS is so deeply connected to Natalie (she even appears in the video they have on their website, the little sister at the beginning in the hat with pink polka dots), it felt like another door was being closed. Another chapter finished. On some level, I know this isn't true -- for I know that as long as I'm living, my baby she'll be (thanks Robert Munsch). And I also know that Gabriel is ready to move on, and I'm excited for what the future holds for him at International Charter School and beyond. So on one hand, I'm ready to leave. On the other, it's hard to let go.
In the end, I just want to say: Thank you, thank you, East Side Nursery School for everything you've given Roslyn, Gabriel, Christopher, me -- and Natalie. We love you.

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