The day after I wrote about my kindergarten worries, a friend stopped by to see me at work.
I taught both her sons in third grade, and she has continued to come and visit from time to time in the years since. Often she'll have a bag of some of her boys' old clothes to pass on. I think she figures us moms of boys have to stick together.
The other day was no different. But tucked in with the carefully folded school uniform pants and darling sweater-vests was this little Totoro doll.
I admit tears welled up in my eyes. She doesn't read my blog, it was just a coincidence. But she brought my son a Totoro doll the very day after I wrote about L's love for him. It was so comforting. Somehow that little gift represented so much.
Not only am I part of a community who loves me and loves my family, I'm looked after by a God who knows exactly what I need and can even arrange little coincidences to calm a mother's worried heart.