i don't know who was more nervous...actually i do know. it was me. he woke up so happy. today was the day and he was ready. he wanted to do everything himself, help make the french toast, put on his own coat. he was feeling like a big boy and it was obvious. he even posed for several pictures for me...which we all know is nearly impossible these days.
we went shopping for schools supplies yesterday. i'm pretty sure he dumped the bag out, looked at everything, said what it was and then put it back at least 10 times. here, he has his backpack in one hand the the famous 'target bag' of supplies in the other. we got in the car and i took a deep breath. we said a prayer. thankful for the day, thankful for the opportunity...and that's when mommy lost it....for the first time.
when we got to school he wanted to not only wear his backpack, but wanted to push his little sister in her stoller all by himself. we checked in, he waited patiently. then we walked back to his class. as we waited for his teacher he wanted to know again if i would be there. no, i would go home and come get him later. as the other mother's dropped off their kids, and blocked the doorway he looked up at me and said, 'mommy can i go now?'
i took a deep breath, knelt down, gave him several kisses and said yes. and off he went. he walked straight into his class, greeted by his teacher. he didn't even look back. in fact when i walked in the class to give over the school supplies he looked at me like, 'mom, you're not supposed to be here!' i knew i really needed to go.
his teacher said he did great, and he loved talking about all the things he did....i can't believe i have a preschooler.
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Ohhhhhhhh how darn cute is all of that? There is no stopping him now. He will probably the teacher's assistant inside of a week! :-)
Bev
Oh, he's so cute. He was ready.
{It is bittersweet, watching them go. Zack rode a bus at that age, going to his special preschool because he didn't talk. When they buckled him in, he smiled and was fine. I walked in the house and called Greg and lost it. They look so little.}
We love you, Isaiah. You make a great school lad.
The beginning of many more letting go's... each one hard in it's own way and different from the last. It's a good thing God allows us to do this in baby steps or I think our hearts would break right inside of our chests. (Different characters, similar scene: unloading belongings in a dorm room, parents hanging around, 17 year old son letting parents know it's time for them to be on their way, kisses & hugs, loosing it in the car) Although I don't know that it hurts any less, hopefully our trust increases and we're able look back and see how God was faithful in the past. Our job - to love and nurture them while pointing them to Jesus, all the while encouraging them to be independent of us and dependent on the One who loves more than we can imagine. Our job - work ourselves out of a job!
hi natalie! i found your blog on julie's blog...i couldn't resist commenting on this post! i love the first picture where he's turning around -- how stylish does he look?! i'm in shock that he's already in pre-school. he's an absolute doll!
natalie and matt! i love the blogging world, kind of just "stumbled across" yours! your kids are adorable...i'm sure a blessing from the Lord. we have 2 as well and they bring me delight every day. glad you guys are doing well!
his face is almost too much for me to handle.
i love that he insisted on pushing alaythia in the stroller by himself. so symbolic of his new-found grown-upness--completely connected, yet needing to separate himself from his baby sister, somehow.
Now that you have two mornings off per week (since the littlest one is napping while Isaiah is in school), I was expecting regular blog entries on Tuesdays and Thursdays. What are you doing with your new found time? Bubble baths? Pedicures?
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