Where Will All These Kids Sit?

Who’s the last person you saw before reading this prompt? Whether it’s a family member, a coworker, or a total stranger, write a post about what that person is thinking right now.

The person I saw just before reading this prompt was my co-worker, Lee.  He’s a lovely man, into retirement from his second career and spending a few days a week helping out in our agency.  He’s well connected in our little state, and well-respected, which makes him a huge asset to our work. 

What’s he thinking about now?  Probably about how he is going to help us find space for 5 classrooms for 90 Head Start kids that we have to add back to our mix of over 1,000 preschoolers in September. 

Grateful that we’re in the predicament of having federal funds restored, we will scramble for the next three months to get the new sites licensed by our state’s child care licensing agency.  Not one of the steps in the process is without a challenge or two.  History tells us we will go right up until the day before kids are supposed to be in seats before the green light is given—regardless of how early we start and how well planned the process.

Lee is a big-picture kind of guy.  His advice is always sound and his wisdom is freely shared.  He’s been a leader of a statewide child welfare agency, advisor to governors, administrator of the state’s budget.  He’s been recognized as a leader in our state and in New England.  We are lucky and blessed to have him on our team. 

And for me, personally; I thank Lee for being a great listener and cheerleader for the past four years.  I’ll be sorry to see him really retire next year!

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