Our No.1 is starting at a new school today. It is in our same district and he’ll have a few familiar faces in class, his teacher seems nice and we hear great things about the program, but none of that matters … he’s still anxious.
And to tell you the truth, so am I. Maybe even more than him.
I’ve cried the first day of school my entire life, so I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that I’m feeling this way. The tears and worries are not that he won’t love his new school, or new teacher, or the education. It’s just that its all new. Will he know where his classroom is? Will he have anyone to sit with at lunch? Who will play with him at recess? What if he needs me and I’m not there to hold his hand?
I suppose these are fears and questions every mama asks when her baby starts something new.
As I sat alone for a few minutes thinking and praying about the turmoil in my heart, I was reminded of this well-loved scripture:
And so, I pray. And I give thanks. And sure enough, this worrisome mom isn’t so anxious anymore.
Although I do hope he finds someone to eat lunch with.