Burst Bubble

Tomorrow is a big day in our household. Tripp starts PreK and Makinley starts preschool 3 mornings a week. I've been secretly dreading tomorrow all summer and now it's here....and it's tough. Really tough. Joey has said all summer, "It's not like it's kindergarten.". But, since Tripp got in the lottery funded PreK at the primary school, it might as well be kindergarten. He'll go all day long and ride the bus over to me in the afternoons. So, actually kindergarten won't be a transition for him at all really. Now, I'm sure I'll still be emotional, but at least he will know the ropes of the school by then.

I have been an emotional wreck all week, especially yesterday. I've actually been able to hold it together a little better today for some reason. Who knows what tomorrow morning will bring. Every time I've felt that tightening in my chest or the dropping of my heart into my stomach, I've just whispered a quick prayer. I know God loves Tripp even more than I do. I know that He is going to hold Tripp right in the palm of His hand and take care of him. However, I can't help but feel like this perfect little bubble that I've been able to keep Tripp inside for the last 4 years is being busted wide open....and that is a really scary feeling. I've been praying constantly for his physical, emotional, and mental safety in the days, months, and even years to come. Mother's worry about their children, but I am doing my absolute best to trust in Jesus. It's His plan for them to grow and to become more independent. It sure doesn't make it any easier though. My heart is going to be walking the halls of the primary school and the methodist church this year......

Dear Jesus....thank you so much for my children. They are Your greatest gift and my most cherished treasure. I can't be with them tomorrow as they both transition into a new phase, but You will be and that gives me peace. Be with us the next few days. Let us feel You in every second of every day. Bring my family home safely together each night to share about our days. Protect Tripp's sensitive little heart. May this year grow him and shape him into becoming more and more like the little boy you would have him to be. I love them more than words can say....but I know you love them even more.