|excuse the bed head|
I tried to make this morning special, with "K" is for kindergarten pancakes and a fun photo session, but I mourned for yesterday, the last day before school began. It's those last days that can slip from our minds. I don't remember the last time I changed his diaper or the last day he crawled or the last day we had our "copy" together. (He used to drink his milk on my lap every morning, but he called his drink coffee or "copy." For years any morning drink he had was coffee.) Did I treasure the last while anticipating the first?
Micah and I have been together practically every day for his five years of life. I have rocked him and kissed his boo boos and shushed away the nightmares. This milestone seems to have come so quickly. I miss hearing his chatter and his imaginary play. I miss just knowing he's with me. Who else can love him like I can?
I sent him off with a Bible verse this morning. I chose it to make him feel better, but it probably did me more good than him. Joshua 1:9 says, "Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." There is someone who loves him more than I can.
When I'm tempted to hold him too tight rather than allow him incremental independence, a quotation from Madeline L'Engle's novel Meet the Austins reminds me about breathing in and out. "We can't stop the road of time. We have to keep on going. And growing up is all part of it, the exciting and wonderful business of being alive."
I shed my tears. I mourned the end of babyhood. But perhaps part of it is a prideful mourning. I'm mourning that he doesn't need me as much as he used to. And there are so many things to be thankful for in this new chapter.
Precious time alone with sweet Corban
Brothers who missed each other today. They're sleeping in the same bed right now.
A comfortable teacher, Mrs. Rhodes
Arts & crafts presents at the end of the school day
A little boy who loves to learn new things
A Heavenly Father who makes up for my earthly flaws
The promise of the future