When back to school time comes around, I always wonder what grand new ideas and histories that my kids will venture into that year. What teacher will they get? Will that teacher love them as much as I do? Teach them as much as I do? Challenge their growing minds to ever chase information and education?
But this year, it was a little different.
I did my wondering. My worrying. My constant jittery prayers.
It was textbook Heidi, really.
But then I also realized that little Eli would be starting first grade this year. FIRST. And although I was saddened at the thought that, once again, I wouldn't be walking him into school on that first day with his brother and sister, I was also full of joyous thoughts.
I wasn't worried about his teacher. He is learning math & science from Einstein, Music from Beethoven & Bach (and Jim Morrison, mom! Jim Morrison!). He studies history with those who have lived it, he reads books in every language in this world and beyond, and he is walked to school every.
by people who love him just as much as I do. And they give him hugs and kisses just as much as I would, and they hold him close for just one more "I love you" just like I would. He is in a constant joyful place that I only can imagine.
And I am happy.
So as we celebrated our son's 6th birthday with his big sister and little brother,
Hands clasped tightly to the messages carefully witten, for the right moment,
I whispered a prayer of thanksgiving to all those above,
for another wonderful school year,
for our little angel.