Well, it has been an hour since school started and I haven’t received a phone call from the guidance counselor yet, so let’s go ahead and call this first day of 6th grade a win.
The boys have talked and obsessed and worried about this day for the last two months of vacation and the one who was most worried at the beginning of the summer was the most confident going in the front door and the most confident one at the beginning of the summer looked as though he was about to face a firing squad.
Their outfits have been folded by the end of their beds and their backpacks loaded and by the garage door for three days. I guess I’m a little neurotic about the beginning of school. It’s part of my charm.
As I tucked them in bed and prayed over them last night (please, Sweet Jesus, let that last just a little bit longer), their faces looked older, more teenager than kid, their toes creeping ever so quickly toward the end of the bed. They’re growing up so fast.
Dear boys, your mama loves you. And is so very proud of the fine men you are becoming.
Have a nice day.