Thursday, August 21, 2014
Okay. First, when I was typing the date above…I typed March instead of August. Which further proves the point I was about to share. I didn’t feel ready for school to start back. I’m still not.
Regardless. School is back. Two of my boy’s do not even have their new tennis shoes yet. Anabelle has not been back to school shopping at all. This back-to-school season was a bit like Christmas to me. I knew it was coming. The date was no surprise, and yet it sneaked up on me. (If we were chatting in person, I totally would have said “snuck” instead of the proper “sneaked.” Just so you know.)
But while I have felt angst about not crossing everything off the to-do list and have been running from place to place for odd school supplies, my kids have jumped right into school and even, dare I say, liking it. I truly could not be more grateful for that.
I have a FRESHMAN this year. Yes. I screamed that. I am so excited for him. And so proud of who he is and who he is becoming. But I am sad for me. So it is all bittersweet. I told him the next four years were going to fly by. But I think I was telling myself more than I was saying it to him.
Not a bad picture for it being 6:15am. Oh. My. Heart. I’m starting to feel weepy about him growing and flying the nest so I need to move on.
Even though big brother left middle school, I still have one there. Seth is officially a 6th grader now. And as you know if you have been reading this blog long, Seth has his own set of challenges. Which he has been such a trooper in persevering. But he and I have been hanging our hats on middle school for two years now. At every stumbling block the past two years, I would say, “You will be in middle school soon and this won’t be a problem anymore.”
I didn’t cry when Justin left the house for high school on the first day. But when that big yellow bus opened its doors and swallowed up my baby Seth, I wept like he just left for college. So many emotions colliding in his momma that morning. I was excited for this new opportunity for him. And I was scared we had built it up to where it could only be a let down. Praise God! He LOVES it. He is thriving. But, most importantly to me, he is HAPPY at school. Praise God indeed! This is the first time in his entire life he has loved school. I can’t say thank you enough to God for answering such mighty prayers for this sweet boy. That face is a reminder God DOES answer prayers and He DOES CARE about what we care about.
Thank God I still have these little gems. My big, bad fourth grader and the cowboy-boot-wearing princess of third grade. Yes, she is wearing her black cowboy boots with her pretty outfit. And she is rocking it too. They fell right back into the routine of school pretty easily. And Cooper is staying busy with football alongside of it. But now he is asking me to get him up at 6am so he has some play time. He has decided school has definitely hindered his play schedule. I’m thinking his sleep is more important than play time in the mornings so we are working through that. But overall, they have handled the first week of school like pros.
So they are all rocking it, but I am still trying to find my groove again. The days fly by without me crossing off all my must-do-today items. And I miss the little buggers. Whether I was ready or not, school has happened.
Isn’t this so true about life? Life happens regardless of our readiness. Sometimes it is an easy change or a great surprise. Other times, life can happen in a way we aren’t prepared for and we are devastated. I’m thankful I do know – REALLY KNOW – God is with me through every event, big or small. And even more thankful, that even though I may be caught of guard or unprepared, He is never surprised. And He already has a plan for how it will all work out.
I am thankful. Thankful the kids are doing well and making a smooth transition into their school year. Thankful God has all the details already worked out. And thankful He will help me catch up with the back-to-school season. Very thankful.
But I am going to go buy some boys’ shoes this weekend.