arrows are meant to fly

pre school hhh

So this happened today.

We sent our boy off to his very first day of preschool. 

Josiah woke early and was ready to go by 7:30, a full 40 minutes before we had to pull out of the driveway. The smile didn't leave his face as he marched around the house checking his backpack, approving his lunch, and announcing It's my school day! five hundred and seventy-two times.

With his hand in mine, we walked through the school doors and down the long hallway to his classroom. He stood on his tip toes to hang his hoodie and backpack in his locker (He has a true blue locker, y'all!) and then stood in line clutching his Spider Man lunch bag in his hands. 

He was so brave. Confident. Happy. Excited. 

We kissed and hugged and he gave me the sweetest grin and wave before he followed his teacher into his room. I peeked into the room and caught of glimpse of him skipping over to the puzzle table and then I turned and walked away, letting the tears fall that I'd been holding in all morning.

Oh my heart, friends. This school stuff tough on a mama. Like ball-your-eyes-out-in-the-parking-lot-and-then-cry-your-face-off-at-home tough. I've spent nearly every second of the last four years with my boy and now he's going to be away from me 3 mornings a week.

Let's just cut to the chase. I don't want to share my kid. 

He's mine and mine alone!

Except he's not.

He has a greater purpose than being my little boy forever.

When Josh and I were married, our wedding text was Psalm 127 which talks of children being like arrows in the hands of a warrior. The Lord has entrusted and blessed us with one precious arrow. We have been shaping him with our words, actions, reactions, choices, and, most importantly, with the Word of God. Josiah was uniquely made by The Creator and it's now our joy and responsibility to aim him and fashion him for a life beyond the walls of our home. 

Arrows are meant to fly.

So today our little arrow leaves our grasp a bit. He's not going far and we certainly aren't done shaping him yet, but we let him go with a prayer in our hearts and a few tears in our eyes. 

We pray that the love of Christ would guide him and keep him. 

We pray that he is kind, humble, generous and brave. 

We pray that he flies straight and with purpose.

Letting go is so hard, but what a comfort knowing that Jesus is with him. Always. 

We're so proud of our little arrow. 

 

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