I threw up almost every day before Kindergarten... What can I say, I've got a nervous stomach, and I'm a mama's boy, sue me... I don't remember much about Mrs. Collins class except tracing my name, napping on a hand-me-down green and tan mat, and having a Masters of The Universe lunch box that was so awesome it would melt your face if you stared at it too long... Those were the days.
Life has a way of coming full circle... imagine that.
Today my beloved daughter walked into Kindergarten. She didn't cry, or really complain, or (heaven forbid) throw up from nerves. She did the very thing she has always has always done, rise to the occasion. She put on her brave face and just did it. She's had to do that a lot in her short little life, her circle was broken, we fixed it...
I can't believe that's my little girl... There's still part of me that thinks I'm not old enough to have come full circle and continue to make laps. I don't know that I was ready for today.
Life has a way of coming full circle... imagine that.
Today my beloved daughter walked into Kindergarten. She didn't cry, or really complain, or (heaven forbid) throw up from nerves. She did the very thing she has always has always done, rise to the occasion. She put on her brave face and just did it. She's had to do that a lot in her short little life, her circle was broken, we fixed it...
I can't believe that's my little girl... There's still part of me that thinks I'm not old enough to have come full circle and continue to make laps. I don't know that I was ready for today.
I peeked around the door a couple of times as Allison and I were leaving. She just sat and looked around at the new challenge before her, and then began another chapter in big book of growing up.
Allison cried when we got home, I wanted to, but I poured another cup of coffee and thought about how quiet the house was with my little blonde treasure away at school.
After work I got to hear all about her first day. She caught a lizard on the playground, and I'm pretty sure all the boys are now in love with her and went home an told their mothers how awesome Rebekah is. I got to hear about how glad she was to see mom, and Ruthie. Ruthie kicked and laughed all the way home after picking Rebekah up from school, she missed her... They are sisters you know...
I remember my mom would come pick me up from kindergarten early everyday in a big white Ford LTD. There was scarcely a more welcome sight in my 5 year old brain than Carol Boman behind the wheel of the old tank.
Mom always came to get me... Always..
And I am so thankful that one day, when Rebekah is coming full circle, she will be able to say the same.
Mommy always, always, always came to get me.
