I've learned a few things about first grade over the past two days.
1. Music class is something worth shouting about.
2. The cafeteria milk is the best ever.
3. Boys (almost) universally think lunch and recess are the best parts of the day.
4. Young'ns these days are allowed to keep water bottles at their desks. (I'm scandalized.)
It felt like I had just hauled him all weepy-eyed off to kindergarten two or three weeks ago, and now this. All day school.
In the weeks leading up to the big day, I began to sort of understand the urge to just keep him here with me. Right here. But in the end, I scrambled him some eggs and crammed tissue boxes and crayons and glue sticks into his back pack.
While he ate his eggs at the island, his brother and sister still asleep, I smoothed this over his soul, "I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me."(Psalm 16:8) I figured it couldn't hurt.
Then I sent him off to make his way. It's where he needs to be. He's got learning to do, and it's not all book-work.
He hiked up those school bus steps like a man with purpose. His eyes were dry, and so were mine, because he was ready, so I could be, too.
(The second the bus pulled away, Ruby's face crumpled into a wail..."IIIIII Waaaaaaant Calllllllvinnnnnnn!" None of us saw that coming.)
I don't know how we got here already, but I'm proud of my boy. He's learning every single day about who he is, who he was made to be.
And for now, he's quasi-compliant with my endless questions when he walks back through the door at 3:08, so I'm golden.