My 13th first Day of School

5 Sep

Well, we made it through another summer vacation.  We had a lazy uneventful but fun summer.  I’ll admit, I am very sad to see it end. I am gearing up for my 13th first day of school….YIKES!

I was sitting here thinking back 13 (that flew by) years ago, Labor Day.  My oldest, Alison, was a precious itty bitty five year old with pink glasses.  She was anxious for her first day of kindergarten-I was not! Tuesday came. Even though we could of slept in a bit (because she had the afternoon class), Alison was up early-ready to make it official. Sporting a new outfit, her name tag, and her new pink backpack, that was almost bigger than her-we headed out on a beautiful Colorado day, on our short walk to school.  The classroom was buzzing with excitement as the kiddos explored their classroom and made new friends.  The teacher gave parents a few minutes to take pictures and give extra hugs.  One by one parents started to trickle out until it was just me.  I was thinking “They expect me to leave this precious child who hasn’t left my side for more than 5 minutes for almost 6 years, here alone-without her mama?”.  I made up my mind right then, that she needed me too much to leave. I was gonna stay.  Of course, the kindly teacher assured me that she would be OK and that I would see her in a few hours.  I left that classroom and cried my heart out all the way home. Sad, because life as I knew it had changed forever and it changed so suddenly in just one day. No more leisurely afternoon Hundred Acre Wood picnics, no more late night blanket fort sleepovers, and no more little shadow all the time.  She was a big girl doing big girl things- without me!  Time passed slowly that first day.  Time eventually passed and I made my way to pick her up.  I remember thinking how upset she must of been all day and how glad she will be when she sees me.  I envisioned her plowing through the crowd and jumping into my open arms begging to never go back.  When she saw me she was in tears, but not for the reasons I thought…the girl didn’t want to leave school.  She really burst my bubble.  She had a blast-without me!  Here I was mourning and she was having the time of her life.  Life did change that day but certainly not for the worse.  We just moved into a different season of life and it was still wonderful. Even if she is a high school senior!

Brouke came along and I went through it all again.  Now I am sitting in the same place as I was 13 years ago except this time, my baby-my last born, my only son will be  starting his journey as a first grader.  Yes, I will cry and have a moment but I will look on with joy as I watch my boy learn and grow and I’ll be reminded how very blessed I am.

I know many are here with me.  My prayer for you is that God will be near to each of you as you kiss the sweet faces of your babies as you send them out into the world. May he comfort you as you adjust to a new season. For all our babies, may God watch over each of them as they begin a new school year.  I pray for safety and protection over each of them.  May God Bless each of you!

~Be Blessed and be a Blessing~

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4 Responses to “My 13th first Day of School”

  1. salruv7 September 5, 2013 at 8:18 pm #

    Nice story. I homeschool my children now, but they did attend pre school a few years ago. I remember when my son, then 3, now 8, went to his first day and I was so sad to leave him. I remember thinking how he would run to me when I picked him up a few 3 hours later. I was wrong – he was on the classroom computer having a ball. When we trust God to care for His children, everything works out doesn’t it?

    • Rebecca September 5, 2013 at 8:23 pm #

      Amen to that! I am in my second year of homeschooling but still feel that little twinge of sadness as each new grade begins-it goes so fast. Thank you for visiting, it is always a joy! ~Blessings~

  2. kristenzuray September 5, 2013 at 11:26 pm #

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  3. kukulolli511 September 7, 2013 at 11:08 pm #

    My oldest started college this year! Thank God he decided to stay close and I get to see him everyday but it is different. He doesn’t NEED me anymore (well unless you count to make him breakfast and make sure he’s up at least 15 minutes before he has to leave). I cherish the moments at breakfast when he’s eating and I’m drinking my coffee and we chat about what the day is going to look like. Then when he gets home he sits at the counter eating dinner and we chat about how his day was. Sometimes it’s short sometimes it’s really in depth and but I treasure each moment. The best thing happened the other day, he was out back to school shopping (for a laptop backpack) and got overwhelmed by all of the choices so he texted me and said “I liked it better when we came together…I want my mommy!” Made me smile from ear to ear. Our time with them is short, but I’m so grateful that God gave them to me!

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