I just dropped my first born off at PreK. He was all about it then changed his tune a minute or two into entering the room. Even though he seemed to get over it quickly, I prayed Jesus would help him have a good first day and love school.
It sprinkled as I walked back home across the school yard, baby in the stroller. Though I didn’t cry, my heart felt heavy. I know he’s just across the street, but that’s a lot further away than he has been the last four years.
God of the universe, please help one little boy make friends, quickly learn rules, and whet his appetite to learn for the rest of his life.
My man just called to check on me. He’s wonderful.
Some pictures to remember this day:
With Daddy
I entitled the next series of pictures “Trying to get a second decent pose”
Showing off the backpack
Such a big kid
With Mama
This will be all right
Here’s to the next 14 years!