Growing Home: First Day of School

Well, the first day of school has come and gone. Big Brother loved it. This morning, I stuck a little I-love-you card in his pocket to look at if he got homesick or sad. When he got home he announced, "Mommy, I didn't miss my home all day, so I didn't read my card!" He had paint on his hands, playground sand in his shoes, and a lunchtime worth of little stories about his teddy bear snacks (who, in case you're concerned, were not scary, like the Three Bears).

It was a success. And I did not get emotional. And even though I do not have a magical plan for my own fall, we're all doing just fine.

Little Brother, who starred in the family show in his "Bubba"'s absence, especially loved the attention. We spent much of our time trolling around the bookstore, investigating titles and new people to his heart's delight. Then he got very, very tired. And very whiny. And together we waited in the carpool line to pick Big Brother up, him screaming on the outside, and me screaming on the inside. Which means that we might need to work on our logistics...but isn't that always the case?

Words from a friend reminded me this weekend that I often overlook that God is sovereign: fully in control of every moment and every circumstance, and always working in redemptive, better-than-I-would-have-chosen ways. It was comforting to realize that I don't have to know how I'm going to handle next week in order to enjoy what God has given me today. These guys may be a total mess (like their mommy), but they do have that part right.