Attention all mommies sending their kids off to school for the first or 11th time:
This book, The Kissing Hand is a must read.
I can't read the following words without shedding a tear and wondering how I will manage my time apart from my kids this school year.
Mrs. Raccoon smiled. "Now," she told Chester, "whenever you feel lonely and need a little loving from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think, 'Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.' And that very kiss (the one she pressed into the palm of his hand) will jump to your face and fill you with toasty warm thoughts."
I felt so safe last year sending Z to Kindergarten. I knew he would be safe in the environment that I taught in. I knew the teachers, staff and principal. I knew they loved him and loved on him. It was a great year filled with so many wonderful memories for both of us.
This year, I am finding myself becoming more anxious with each passing day. This is a year of change for both kids. Z will start 1st grade and L will start preschool.
Loulabelle will have the time of her life this year bossing er...I mean, socializing with all the other kids. She just has that way about her. I don't really worry that she will get into a situation she can't handle. I will miss our time together, but she will be just fine. She will thrive. She will be in her element. I love her preschool teacher and trust that she will care for my sweet girl. I am so excited for her to start this new chapter in her life.
But Z. I worry about him more. I worry because he worries. He worries because I worry. We worry together about what his teacher will be like. Will she love him? Will she care about him? Will she listen to him? Will she see that he will blossom and change if given the opportunity? Will she protect him? Will she push him and encourage him? Will she know how special he is?
Will I trust the Father's plan for him?
My heart is anxious. I don't want to let my kids go just yet. I want to hang on to them as long as possible so they know that "Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you." But I know I can't. I know they must become the boy and girl that God created them to be. I know that means they have to learn to fly...
OK...I'm pathetic. Me and "Aunt Flo" are going to go have a good cry now and maybe drown these tears in chocolate.
Good night!
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You are NOT pathetic.
Trusting the Father's plan is just a hard one, friend.
There is no getting around it.
I keep hearing a Sarah Groves song in my head.
It's called, "He's Always Been Faithful" and is based on the hymn "Great is Thy Faithfulness". Wish I could beam it over the wireless lines right now to encourage you.
I guess the lyrics will have to do for now...
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me
Morning by morning I wake up to find
The power and comfort of God’s hand in mine
Season by season I watch Him, amazed
In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me.
I can’t remember a trial or a pain
He did not recycle to bring me gain
I can’t remember one single regret
In serving God only, and trusting His hand
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me.
This is my anthem, this is my song
The theme of the stories I’ve heard for so long
God has been faithful, He will be again
His loving compassion, it knows no end
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful, He’s always been faithful
He’s always been faithful to me.
Alana,
Thank you. I needed to hear that. I needed that reminder of my Father's love and faithfulness.
Thanks, friend!
My heart is with you Janelle. I know how you feel. I have to remind myself that God is with my kids all the time and He knows what is best for them. It is hard for me to let go also. If you need a hug let me know, I'll be there! Z will have a great time in 1st grade!
It is in the air...i fell asleep last night with tears in my eyes, just dealing with all the "growing" of my babies!
we need a good girls night before school...so we can be teary all together!
It's hard not to worry, but if you can do it privately, instead in front of him, that is the way to go. I have a worrier, just like Z and he is a Z too. Anyway, now that he is older, I am seeing the effects of my public worring and it makes me sad. I think I made him that way. If I didn't worry so much in front of him, then he would not know what to worry about. This is a lesson I am learning the hard way EVERY DAY of his life.
I'm with all of you. We got our postcard today, the one I was too impatient to wait for. I worry, possibly about other things than most parents worry about, but I worry too. Alana, thanks for the great lyrics, I think I'll try and find that song. Jen, I think you're right, maybe we need a night with lots of chocoalte and tissues!
Bless your hearr...from one worry-wart to another!!
I cannot fathom sending Woggie off to school. This upcoming Sunday is promotion Sunday at church and he's being moved up out of the nursery & if I think about that too long, I get all weepy!
I'm going to have to keep myself in check or he'll be living in my basement 30 years from now. Which to be honest, doesn't sound like a bad idea, which I think makes me a sick-o!
This post brought back so many memories. Although my daughter will enter the 3rd grade this year, half way thru last year was the 1st time I sent her to school. Up until then I had homeschooled her and letting go and trusting was one of the most difficult things I have done in a long, long time. I missed her way before I let her go... oh and I cried and cried... but looking back I am glad to say that my worries were just that... only worries. She has done wonderful and I know that God has been right there with her even when I wasn't able to. Thanks for sharing this post.
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