Yesterday my babies started their new school. Key is a fourth grader now, and sweet Kelly is a big kindergartner. They both had a good first day, and each of them made a friend.
Key informed me his new friend, Daniel, wants to go to Winthrop University just like him. Daniel also knows all the girls' names. I asked about whether or not Daniel liked Legos or Harry Potter or any of the things I thought might have mattered, but Key looked at me confused. I had gotten it all wrong. What mattered was that Daniel was nice. He smiled. And he talked to my son. He included Key in games on the playground. And for all that, they have a beautiful start to a friendship. As Key's mother, I am grateful to Daniel, and I am remembering that I prayed for him. I prayed awhile ago for "another Teriyon" for Key on his first day in this new place. See, when Key first went off to the big world of kindergarten, he was not quite ready. And he didn't know important stuff like how to open his own juice box. Well, God gave him a kid named Teriyon. Teriyon spotted my overwhelmed little Key immediately and sat by him all day. He opened Key's juice box and helped him tie his shoes and watched over him. Teriyon had been in daycare and knew the whole school routine. Key loved Teriyon, especially that first week of school. Even though they went on to make other friends, I cannot forget that little boy's sweet protective presence over my Key.
And Kelly. When we took him to his class, he sat so small and quiet in his chair. The teacher asked me if he would talk, and I told her probably not. Kelly doesn't talk to people until he feels safe with them. Once he's comfortable, though, watch out. And, well, he's getting comfortable quickly. Kelly doesn't know his friend's name. But he knows he liked him. And they got to go on a walk around the whole school and eat snack outside and a girl threw up yellow stuff. She had to go home. And today he gets to share five things from home that show how special he is. Kindergarten is great. And again, I am so, so grateful. I prayed for this too. Kelly and I have not been separated, and I was worried for both of us. Again, God has provided.
And me. Well, I ended up volunteering to teach a class for the boys' new school. I am really trying to become a substitute teacher and to spend time on writing. In the meantime, I will be planning an eight session enrichment class for middle school age kids (probably mainly boys) on the history of flight. We will be making various paper airplanes and kites and at least one big project. Hopefully once the course is over, the general faculty will not hate me for teaching a bunch of middle schoolers how to make the best paper airplanes.....
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.