By now you’ve figured out that after sending my youngest to Kindergarten for the first time, the world didn’t stop turning and I didn’t curl up and die like I thought I might. I did sob my eyes out for most of the day though, which was definitely anticipated.
After Meet the Teacher night, I was really struggling with letting Josiah go. I mean, really. The whole Mommy-identity crisis I talked about here was worrying me, plus . . . he’s my baby. Rocky and I were enjoying “Friday Wine Night” and I reached over and grabbed my Jesus Calling book, as I often do when we’re spending quality time together. I opened it up to that day’s entry, which was Aug. 23, and it was all about trusting our loved ones to the Father. It went as far as to talk about parental idolatry, and brought up Abraham and Isaac and the sacrifice that God provided when he saw that Abraham’s heart was in the right place. I couldn’t get past the first sentence with the tears pouring down my cheeks. It was a gentle reminder from the Father, even after the previous day‘s revelation about trusting Him, that I needed to let Josiah go, not just to Kindergarten, but let him go in terms of releasing my grip on him, and letting the Father take the reigns.
So I did. We took him to Kindergarten and dropped him off, I cried all the way through the halls, and when I got home to my lonely house, I turned around and went back to the school to do some PTA work because I just couldn’t be alone. The house was too clean and too quiet.
There were tears on and off throughout the day, but when I pulled into the carpool line and saw both of my boys, positively beaming with excitement, I couldn’t help but smile back. They climbed in the car and jabbered on for about an hour about how awesome the first day was. It did my heart so much good to see both of them happy about school, especially Josiah because he’s never been away from me that long before. My little snuggler couldn’t even be bothered to hug me until he’d shown me everything he had brought home in his backpack, including the things I’d sent him with, like his lunchbox and water bottle.
The rest of the week has been okay. I’ve kept busy, finished my last round of personal edits and sent Nor Forsake to be proof read, spent time with friends, with the Father, made a few Netflix discoveries, and then I listened to every story my kids had about their first week of school.
One down, 25(ish) weeks to go.
What was the best part about your kids first week back at school (besides the fact that they were at school . . . ha!)?
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