A beginning
His time has come.
Today was my sweet baby's first day of preschool. Can not believe it. At least I can't. He has been ready for a while, since that heartbreaking morning last month that Trey went off to school and we had to break it to Aden that his school didn't start for another three weeks. Oh, the tears.
They are no more.
How strange to go through a morning of great change with no anxiety. Getting ready and riding to school was just as natural for this boy as if it's what he's always done. He is a different creature, this fellow who, since his birth, has just taken life as it has come, always with a smile. Like he already knows that God is right beside him.
We rode to preschool, Aden chatting with Monkey about what he might do at school, and promising that he'd be back soon. Then he requested "10,000 Reasons" on the CD player, and sang with all his might. Then asked incessantly how many more minutes until we would arrive. Over and over.
Excited? Why yes, he was.
A few moments to play
With his instant best friend, Noah
Strange indeed. Not a single tear shed. Well, by Aden anyway. There may have been a few slip out on my ride home, to an empty house. The paradox of the empty house. Of silence. Of no one to care for, even for a few moments. Yep, a few tears.
I could very easily view this as an ending. The end of Aden being all ours, sheltered safely at home, free of responsibilities. The true end of the baby phase. And that is kind of sad.
But would much rather see it as what it really is. The beginning of this boy coming into his own, expanding his mind, forming relationships, truly becoming who God created him to be. And we're excited to see this, because we're pretty sure that, with what we know of our Aden so far, God has something incredibly unique and impactful for his life.
Happy first day of preschool, blue eyes. You're my grown-up boy for sure.
Today was my sweet baby's first day of preschool. Can not believe it. At least I can't. He has been ready for a while, since that heartbreaking morning last month that Trey went off to school and we had to break it to Aden that his school didn't start for another three weeks. Oh, the tears.
They are no more.
How strange to go through a morning of great change with no anxiety. Getting ready and riding to school was just as natural for this boy as if it's what he's always done. He is a different creature, this fellow who, since his birth, has just taken life as it has come, always with a smile. Like he already knows that God is right beside him.
We rode to preschool, Aden chatting with Monkey about what he might do at school, and promising that he'd be back soon. Then he requested "10,000 Reasons" on the CD player, and sang with all his might. Then asked incessantly how many more minutes until we would arrive. Over and over.
Excited? Why yes, he was.
Strange indeed. Not a single tear shed. Well, by Aden anyway. There may have been a few slip out on my ride home, to an empty house. The paradox of the empty house. Of silence. Of no one to care for, even for a few moments. Yep, a few tears.
I could very easily view this as an ending. The end of Aden being all ours, sheltered safely at home, free of responsibilities. The true end of the baby phase. And that is kind of sad.
But would much rather see it as what it really is. The beginning of this boy coming into his own, expanding his mind, forming relationships, truly becoming who God created him to be. And we're excited to see this, because we're pretty sure that, with what we know of our Aden so far, God has something incredibly unique and impactful for his life.
Happy first day of preschool, blue eyes. You're my grown-up boy for sure.
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