We did it! We survived the summer!
We even survived the final three weeks with no childcare or camps. Jackson made it alive and well to his classroom this morning. He was ready. I was really ready.
You would have thought the Beatles were in the building, given the number of cameras, running around and crying that was going on.
The first day always makes me reflective. I’m not weepy this year. I’m just happy for him. I’m excited about all the things that are ahead of him.
I still have no flipping idea how we’re going to get there on time every day. But we’re going to give it our best shot. He’s a really great kid. And there’s a big world out there, just waiting for him to make his mark. Fortunately, he’s at an amazing school where they are getting him prepped for that.
What I’ve been thinking about mostly today is how the path from infancy to adulthood is the gradual process of him becoming a little more independent one step at a time. At first, it was learning how to sleep without me, then eat unassisted. It was glorious when he could use the potty all.by.himself.
Now we’re going to have to start parts that will be harder for me. Letting him have control and responsibility for school, one step at time. Eventually, he’ll be in charge of his own life totally. The control freak in me will need some medication for that, even though I know it’s the right and proper thing to do.
The good news is, we don’t have to do it all today. It’s a process. We’re going to need a good dose of humor and wisdom to get through it. Mostly, we’re all relying on grace.
“The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn’t have been complete without you. Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid. I am with you. Nothing can ever separate us.”