It was his first day. He was wearing new clothes, new shoes, and his brand new backpack was filled with brand new school supplies. He was all clean and sparkly, utterly adorable, and brimming with anticipation. Filled to the brim, the backpack must have been awful heavy on his small shoulders. He was so excited for the adventure that kindergarten offered.
He didn’t notice my bittersweet mood. Where had the time gone? Could it be possible that my precious son had grown so much he was big enough to start school? My heart clenched as he hugged and kissed me goodbye on his way out the door to catch the bus. I told him to have a good day, to have fun at school, and with a heavy heart I let him go.
As I watched him walk out the door I thought about that precious armful he had once been and compared him to the fine young man he would one day be. I hoped the kids would be nice to him. I hope he makes friends. I hope he likes school! “Please God, go with him. Please, let the other kids be nice to him!” I silently begged. He looked back and waved. I bit my lip, swallowed the tears threatening to escape, smiled, and waved back. There he goes, my little man off to discover and experience life…without me.