Lately there has been a lot of saying goodbye at the infant house. Some of our friends are moving on to different journeys as summer greets us. We've spent last days together, lounging in each other's company and enjoying the familiarity. We've shed tears and put on brave smiles as we wish our friends the best and say that we hope to meet them again soon. One family that left us told me very sternly, "It isn't good bye. It's see you soon."
All of this goodbye-ing has geared us up for another big goodbye in Cohort 5. This week will be our last at the infant house as we will join the preschool house after that. We have a transition ceremony at Tumbleweeds that the cohorts leaving the infant house participate in. We walk from one house to the other as a physical representation of our journey. For me, I know the hardest moment will be when we open that gate and leave the sanctuary of the infant house yard. It's been our home for the last two years. It's where we play, where we eat, where we lay back and watch our big tree. It's where we wonder, where we investigate, where we adventure. The yard, more than almost anything else, will be what all of us will miss most.
As we gear up to say goodbye to the infant house, I think fondly on all the memories we will forever have there. The bonds that the children and I have created. How hard we have worked together and played together. How amazing we are as a team. I know much of this will change and that excites me but also saddens me. I so love watching these children grow and blossom. I will forever treasure our time at the infant house and keep it with me in my heart. It has meant so very, very much to me.