I haven't written about Nick's first day of Kindergarten yet. I was expecting the worst, after all we have a bad track record. William, then Jack, then Michael, all had super rough starts. Nick doesn't like to be separated from me period, so I thought we'd have a full on melt down happening on day one at least. Well, Nick is not the predictable sort. He did get a little nervous. His teacher let the parents hang around a little longer than I would have liked. It was just at the point that some of the kids were starting to get panicky that she dismissed us. Two minutes later, and Nick would have lost it I think. He is doing great. It is a long day, 8-2:23. He is having fun, making friends, learning how to play nicely with others. He can already write his name, and hold his pencil perfectly (better than William does, at age 15). He is a sponge. I am delighted at his progress, and soooo proud of him. He is our last baby angel to leave the safety of Mom & Dads constant presence, and out into the big bad world of school. I must admit, I do like the freedom and quiet that comes along with having all four boys in school. It does make things a little crazy, logistically, but we are making it all work. We are trying to dig in and be invested with each boy, at each school. We don't want to lose track of any one's academic progress-- which is easy to do, believe me. Room Mom here, Team Mom there, PFA board over here, and one activity after the next over there. It is crazy town-- I am doing my best to keep all of the balls in the air. This is the good stuff, and I never forget it. Even when things are hard, I am so grateful for this time with these boys. Every minute counts.
I am a girl with strong faith. Strong, blind, childlike faith. My atheist friends are bewildered by it. They cannot understand how such a smart woman would believe such "nonsense". I have no explanation other than, I just do. I preface this post with that statement because, you won't find me quoting scripture here. Though I would if I were more confident in my ability to do so competently. I do not have that confidence, never have. I am a believer. My belief has been nurtured by life experience, by answered prayers, by constant evidence that God cares about me. I see his hand in big things and small. I look to him for guidance and help in all things. I am not a Biblical scholar. I have always been somewhat insecure about that. I am bolstered up by the words of a Godly woman much wiser than I who assures me that "I am living my walk out loud". My faith is not in my knowledge of the scripture, but in the...
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