Robert was a teacher, so in our marriage, I got to do "first day" many times. It was a ton of pomp and circumstance and hoopla to get the kids excited, but there was also a ton of prayer.
Robert used to pray for his students and for God to use him to teach them. He did this silently and without fail. It was just a part of him. Now I KNOW how much his students meant to him and how much he meant to them. He was a beloved and favored teacher.
I know how much he longed to send our child off to school, so for me, the fact that Munchkin started first grade today, simply marks another milestone that we didn't get to share.
Munchkin was full of anticipation last night--dare I say almost apprehension? He was not really looking forward to a new year. We had a healthy breakfast of oatmeal and apple slices. He helped pack his lunch and snack and then confided that he hopes he gets to do fun stuff this year. I told him I KNOW he will get to do fun stuff and off to school we went.
He could not be more independent if he tried. He put his backpack in line and ran off to play with some of his friends. He spent the playground time upside down and I only managed to get one quick photo of the two of us...the rest of them, well he is upside down on the monkey bars. I figure that when he is thirty I can tell the story of him refusing the obligatory stand in front of the door photo in favor of a few more minutes of fun....and the fact that he mommy let him have the fun and snapped pictures of that.
So I pray. I pray that his teacher is a perfect match for us. That she falls in love with him as only a teacher can. That she nurtures his curiosity and his love of reading. That she challenges him.
I pray all of these things, but I mostly pray for him to have fun and stay safe--He is after all only 6 and 6 year olds are supposed to have fun.