I hate goodbyes. Always have. I don't know anyone who actually likes them, but me, I avoid them at all costs if I can. Cry. Everytime. A lot. And the kind of goodbyes I have had to say over the last 4 years, the last 10 months specifically, well, those goodbyes, unavoidable. Horrible. And to be honest, I'd like to skip tomorrow's all together. But can't. Been dreading it for awhile now. But the day has finally arrived. Like it or not. Tomorrow is the day we say goodbye to Zoey's beloved school aid. The one that has loved her and cared for her nearly everyday, for past three years. Sweet Mohini.
Mohini has been my right hand girl. A stand in mom when I am not there. She has changed diapers and gtube fed and held and loved on Zoey when ever Zoey needed it. And even when she didn't. Mohini has allowed me to drop Zoey at school and leave with complete peace. That peace has been a gift. Mohini has been a gift. And I am going to miss her with all my heart. And Miss Zoey, she adores Mohini. And although Zoey does not understand goodbyes, she will know that Mohini is gone and she will miss her, in her very own precious way.
When Mohini isn't selflessly giving to not only my child but the rest of the children in Zoey's class, she is a wife, a mother and she is a yoga instructor as well. I thought it was only fitting to give her what she has given to me without even knowing it. That giving has enabled me to release Zoey into the care of another so she could attend school daily, in an environment she has flourished in.