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.
