Oliver-- Second Grade
It happened. I don't know how. I don't know when. But my baby has become a boy, strong and smart and caring. He has his own ideas, his own style, his own way (boy does he ever have his own way ;). And now (yet again) he has his own space. A space separate from me, from our home. I love his new space. I Love his new teacher. I know he will thrive and flourish in this space, but we seldom have been apart for nearly the past 3 months. I love knowing what he is feeling,thinking and doing through out the day.
As we begin our journey into second grade I am surprised by my comfort in it all. I believe that he is where he is meant to be. I prayed all summer that he would be placed with a teacher that will love him and see what a special, bright little boy that he is. That he will thrive in his class. After meeting his teacher last week I believe those prayers were answered and that we hit the teacher jack pot.
I know this is second grade.The third year of his school career. I should be a pro at letting go the first day of school. But every year is just another year closer to him graduation. Another year closer to him going away to going to collage. Another year closer to him growing up and moving away to start his life and family. It is another chapter in the big book of Ollie. I enter this chapter with a smile in my heart because I know that he is ready and strong and able. I know that he is being nurtured and respected while he is away from me. Still, I think it is only natural that I have fears. I have the normal fears about safety and mean kids and long days, but I am just now realizing that my biggest fear lies within myself. My biggest fear is that I will fail my big second grader . That I will not know how to support him at the end of those very long days when he comes home with the weight of his 7 year old world on his shoulders. That no matter how big and cool he tries to act that I will forget sometimes that he is still very much just a little boy who needs his Mommy's attention the same way the babies do. That I will not spend enough time in his classroom because I have two other babies at home. Or that I will forget an important school assignment or event. This is not his journey it is our journey and he will need my love, my embrace and my steady hand to help guide him. I'm sure I will drop the ball now and then, but he has the support of his siblings, his incredible father, and some really caring friends and family to lift him up and walk beside him when he needs it most.
I love you, Oliver. You are bright and empathetic and strong-willed and athletic. You are a part of me, and I you, and I am with you every morning when you walk through those big doors and waiting to hug you at the end of every day. I am so proud of you.I am so thankful that God put me in the role of your "Momma" and that I get to experience all these big events with you. I do not take any of it for granted and I cherish every second of everyday . I treasure every memory that we are making. And even though I want you to stay my little boy forever, I am loving watching you grow into a big boy. I know you will excel at everything you try. You my sweet, beautiful Ollie Bear are my heart. My joy. Your Daddy and I love you with all that we are. I know you will have a wonderful year and "rule the school" just like you say:)
As we begin our journey into second grade I am surprised by my comfort in it all. I believe that he is where he is meant to be. I prayed all summer that he would be placed with a teacher that will love him and see what a special, bright little boy that he is. That he will thrive in his class. After meeting his teacher last week I believe those prayers were answered and that we hit the teacher jack pot.
I know this is second grade.The third year of his school career. I should be a pro at letting go the first day of school. But every year is just another year closer to him graduation. Another year closer to him going away to going to collage. Another year closer to him growing up and moving away to start his life and family. It is another chapter in the big book of Ollie. I enter this chapter with a smile in my heart because I know that he is ready and strong and able. I know that he is being nurtured and respected while he is away from me. Still, I think it is only natural that I have fears. I have the normal fears about safety and mean kids and long days, but I am just now realizing that my biggest fear lies within myself. My biggest fear is that I will fail my big second grader . That I will not know how to support him at the end of those very long days when he comes home with the weight of his 7 year old world on his shoulders. That no matter how big and cool he tries to act that I will forget sometimes that he is still very much just a little boy who needs his Mommy's attention the same way the babies do. That I will not spend enough time in his classroom because I have two other babies at home. Or that I will forget an important school assignment or event. This is not his journey it is our journey and he will need my love, my embrace and my steady hand to help guide him. I'm sure I will drop the ball now and then, but he has the support of his siblings, his incredible father, and some really caring friends and family to lift him up and walk beside him when he needs it most.
I love you, Oliver. You are bright and empathetic and strong-willed and athletic. You are a part of me, and I you, and I am with you every morning when you walk through those big doors and waiting to hug you at the end of every day. I am so proud of you.I am so thankful that God put me in the role of your "Momma" and that I get to experience all these big events with you. I do not take any of it for granted and I cherish every second of everyday . I treasure every memory that we are making. And even though I want you to stay my little boy forever, I am loving watching you grow into a big boy. I know you will excel at everything you try. You my sweet, beautiful Ollie Bear are my heart. My joy. Your Daddy and I love you with all that we are. I know you will have a wonderful year and "rule the school" just like you say:)
Oliver did not want us to walk him in. But we thought it best that we did. He was so excited. When we got ready to leave, Ollie, Jeff and I all cried a little. It is just so hard to let him grow up {like I could stop it is I tried} I still remember Sara going to second grade. It feels like yesterday and now she is in another state all grown up.In just a blink of a eye I know it will be the same with my little man. I am so thankful that I get to be a part of Oliver growing up and be here for all his first. I love this little boy so SO so much.
Happily, Oliver had a great first day. He loves his school and his teacher. He did great!
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand or marked off the heavens with the span of His hand?
Isaiah 40:12
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand or marked off the heavens with the span of His hand?
Isaiah 40:12
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