Tuesday, September 6, 2011

kid's day out=mother's day crying

ok, not really. kind of. but, really.

i woke Michael up this morning by singing the song my mom always woke us with. it's really exciting and it goes like this:

good morning, good morning, good morning,
it's time to rise and shine.
good morning, good morning, good morning,
  ihope you're feeling fine!
wake up, wake up you sleepy head.
wake up, wake up get outta bed.
good morning, good morning, good morning,
it's time to rise and shine.

except, unlike my very morning person mother, i whispered my song until michael smiled, opened his eyes and slid his feet to the floor from his big boy bed.

i excitedly said, "today is your first day of school!"
"i want it!"
"you want what, baby?"
"my birsday party!"
"no, baby, it's not your birthday! it's your first day of school!"

we both laughed. i guess the only other time i've woken him with such excitement was on his bday. that's not sad, because it is a steady rule in my house to not wake a sleeping baby. or a sleeping two year old. anyway...

he went potty and then brushed his teeth while i combed his hair. i dressed him in the clothes i laid out for him last night and carried him to the kitchen and ate breakfast.

we loaded in the car and headed to school. I prayed over him on the way there. speaking good things and peace over his life today.

when we got out of the car, i put his "satchel" (he's been watching a lot of "tangled") on his back and handed him his lunch box. then we held hands and i tried not to cry as he chattered easily on the walk inside.



 we made our way to his class where mrs. luann hung his backpack and i showed him where i wrote my name to be the one picking him up. then, i showed him where his backpack was and where the potty was. i handed him to mrs. luann for a picture.  i showed him the picture and then got a hug and kiss.

mrs. luann, still holding my baby boy, moved away to look at the toy trucks. he never looked back. i made my way to the door and walked away smiling.


i'm sure i will not stop thinking about him all day. i hope he has an amazing time and is happy to see me when i pick him up at 1:30.

3 comments:

Malissa said...

Okay. I just cried....and he's not even my child. Good job today, Momma. Way to be brave.

marme said...

this is to traumatic for mamo! what on earth will I do when it's kindergarten!

MP said...

There is no doubt that little boy was happy to see you.