Wasn’t it just a few days ago that I put this little boy on the bus to kindergarten? I remember as if it was simply last week. I took the day off work, put him on the bus and spent about 2 hours crying and crying out to God to protect my baby. I read about Hannah and her dedication to give Samuel to the Lord. These words were a comfort to me. I’ve let this little boy go to Oklahoma (multiple times) and Texas before he was 5…I should surely be able to trust the Lord to take him a couple miles down the road, right?
I would love to say that I spent each day of his consecutive grades in that much prayer – but I haven’t. I have tried to pray with him the first day of each new school year. But to think that I’ve done that 9 times already? Really?
So now he’s the World’s Greatest 8th Grader…at his last year at Pierre Moran Middle School. And I simply refuse to acknowledge what comes after that…for now, he’s my little 8th grader…