Sunday, September 11, 2016

They're Off (to Kindergarten) #SmallWonder

Oh my word, these two used to stand in the windows at our old house eating apples and watching the cars drive by on Franklin St.  

I hear, again, the patter of little feet upstairs.  It’s 7:30 pm, a good half hour since the song and a prayer and good nights.  But there he is in the half-dark hallway, a taunt wire of worried little boy.  I reach out my arms and pick up his long, strong body because that’s what Mamas do. 

“Are you worried?” I ask.

He gives me a wide-eyed exasperated look.  “Mom!  Do you think I wouldn’t be worried about my first day of school ever?” he says.

It’s true, he has every right to be worried.  “It’s ok,” I say, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
He looks away and Daddy arrives at the top of the stairs to take the hand-off and I return to helping the older two wash off the last remains of summer.  I joke that we may not recognize them when the scrubbing’s all said and done. 

Later, when the older two are sprawled on couches and I’m reading aloud, I hear a thump of feet hitting the floor above my head and a pitter-patter in the hallway.  Looking up I see him squatting there at the railing. 

“Remember that poem we were supposed to read the night before school to help us sleep better?” he asks.  “We forgot to read it.”
I remembered the poems after they were in bed and thought we’d let it go until morning.  But now that he remembers, there’ll be no letting anything go.  Up the stairs Daddy goes again, this time with the yellow school folder and poem in hand.  They open the folded yellow paper revealing a little bag of “magic confetti” inside.  The confetti, the poem explained, is to be sprinkled under one’s pillow to ensure a good night’s sleep. 

Levi scurries to his bed, shaking the little bag with vigor, making sure to get every last piece of confetti, talking the entire time.  It works and he sleeps through the night.  In the morning, though, picking out a new shirt to wear, he yawns and looks at me with baggy, red eyes.  “I’m tired,” he says.    


In the early morning chaos of fixing breakfast, packing lunches and sorting new shoes and shirts, Isaiah walks up to me with wide eyes. “I’m scared,” he says, “because when we get there, you won’t be with us.”  At the word “you” he pokes me in the chest for emphasis. 

“I know,” I say, squeezing him in a hug.  

Then the whirl of morning preparations pulls us in separate directions until I pause, putting bread in the toaster.  He approaches again, staring up at me with questions brimming in his brown eyes.  “Will there be bullies?” he asks.

“No,” I say, “there won’t be any bullies, honey.” 


Everyone’s ready a good half hour early and when it’s finally time to go outside for the buses, Isaiah is unable to smile for a picture.  He doesn’t cry, but his face is a grimace of worry. 

Mercifully, the bus is on time and they’re up the stairs before I can cling to them for one last hug and a kiss.  The bus driver tells them to head to seat four, but I call out from the foot of the tall, black stairs, “They don’t know the number four.”  

I will myself not to climb those stairs and help them to their seats, not to call them back for one last hug and kiss.  My husband, seeing their confusion, points to the window by seat number four and in a blink, two happy faces peak out smiling, waving, and then they’re off. 


  1. Oh, these firsts.
    We homeschooled, so the first day of Kindergarten didn't prepare me for the other firsts, and I am always amazed that the grace of God comes to the rescue for the "leaver" and for the "left behind."
    My oldest son and his wife just bought their first home. As I heard about all the paperwork and money and inspections, etc. I had the same sinking feeling that I had when he left for a week of camp on his own.
    Mums never stop being and feeling like mums, I guess.

    1. They've taken to kindergarten like fish to water, I'm so thankful!

  2. Kelly, so beautiful. A mom's heart never stops aching. Neither does a dad's obviously! They survive those firsts and do we, although we never forget. May these parental feelings always remind us of the Father's heart towards each of us. Blessings!

  3. Sometimes I think watching the firsts for our children are harder than a first in my own life. I cried the day my daughter started kindergarten. :)

    1. Oh yes, I think we all had some tears in our eyes!

  4. Those firsts for our kids are both proud and scary moments! Thanks for sharing yours in such a poignant manner.

  5. I could feel your mama's heart in this, Kelly. I hope that first day turned out to make a beautiful memory for your kids!

    1. I think it was likely a blurr of NEW, but it sounds like it went well.