Waiting

Ignacio is officially on the waiting list for Centro preschool here in Minneapolis. January has been cold and lonely for us, but one of the positives is that it moved me to looking into preschools much more seriously. After playing phone tag with the director of Siembra, the preschool program, for one month...yea, that's how busy they are...I finally got through. I felt like a Real Housewife from New York trying to get Ignacio into one of the private nursury schools, only in our case we are going for the inner-city non-profit program for immigrant families. After asking my questions and listening intently to the director explain the program, Ignacio's name was officially added. After I hung up the phone it hit me. Soon we will not be together all day. He and his brother will not cry and fight incesently over the plastic animals and he will have stories to tell me about his experiences in which I did not partake. All of a sudden the minutes, hours and days that seem to DRAG on right now became fleeting moments of precious time. The director couldn't tell us how long it will be until he is given a spot...6 months or more? But for now we are waiting...but I prefer to see it as living.