Those Who Can, Teach

Our daughter Leah held my hand as we entered the school building on her first day of kindergarten.  The place and faces were familiar to us – I’d spent nine years at the same Protestant Reformed grade school.  Leah took in everything with an excited smile, and when the bell rang, I bravely left.  As I drove home minus one child, I wept. Our son Willem began kindergarten two years later, but in a different place.  My husband, B.J., a teacher, had accepted a position in Loveland, CO, and we had...