Six years ago I was somewhere around 30 weeks pregnant with our firstborn babe. This little one came four weeks early and has lived her life with a little bang ever sense. She has been excitedly anticipating kindergarten for several years now, literally! And this week it happened, her first day of school.
She has loved her first days. She walked in with timid confidence and takes joy in telling us all about her day. She is such a spunky almost 6 year old and I am so proud of her.
And to add tears to tears, my sweet Simeon started pre-school two days a week. I can't handle it. He is so excited about his school and jumped into it with full on energy, as he does all things. He is such a determined and good-hearted boy & I am also so proud of him!
Our lives are in a giant transition with new things starting for each of us all at the same time. But truly it seems as if life is somewhat always transitioning from one thing to another. I am not a deep thinker or expresser (made up word?) right now as I sit here with sticky syrup on my elbows from the corners of my table and listen to the majority of my children not napping. I just see my children growing up and recognize that every day & every change is such a sweet time with them and such a sweet opportunity to show them love & grace and teach them of Jesus & sin & forgiveness & real life. I am trying hard to get my mind & heart set on Jesus so my overflow to them will abound with Him. I struggle daily to be patient with them, speak with grace, check my tone and not be exasperated or irritated with my facial expressions towards them. And I fail often but thankfully Jesus is patient and gracious and tender and kind toward me. And at the end of the day it never fails that we all give each other hugs, tell each other we love yous, pray together, and keep transitioning on.