Posted by: bellissimanh | September 6, 2008

Remembering Kindergarten

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord…” Psalm 127:3

My beautiful baby boy turned 8 years old this week. Happy Birthday, Noah!

I’ve spent much of this week reflecting on Noah’s life. He has brought such joy to our family! There is a space in our lives that could only be filled by this wonderful bundle of energy and love. There are times he seems such a child, and other times when he offers wisdom and insight that make me wonder if he’s not an old soul in a cocoon of youth.  Don’t you love it when the Lord uses your children to remind you of the Truth? Talk about a dose of humility. 🙂

The kids went back to school this week, and I couldn’t help but remember Noah’s first day of kindergarten. This is an old musing (three years old, actually), but I thought it would be fun to share with you just the same. It was born on the day Noah began kindergarten in 2005. Enjoy!

 

Kindergarten

 
 

 

That’s it. The last of my children has entered the world of academia (ok, if if you consider coloring and being read to academia). People have been asking me questions all week: Did he cry? Did YOU cry? How does it make you feel to have your baby go off to school? How does Noah like school?
 
1. He didn’t cry. He found his friend Mia and the two of them have been inseparable ever since, requesting each and every day if one or the other can come over to play. Without much more than a wave over his shoulder, Noah trotted off into the next phase of his life. No, that’s not exactly true. He did sign “I love you” on his way into the classroom.
 
2. I did not cry. Truth be told, I got home and clicked both heels together in the air. LOL. He’s the last of three, and for the first time in 5 years I had two and a half hours of uninterrupted silence. My housework was done by ten! And the house actually STAYED clean! I had time alone to read Scripture, meditate and pray. No. I didn’t cry.

 

3. My emotions are mixed. I didn’t realize how much Noah had grown up until I saw him dressed and ready to go: pleated trousers… button down collared shirt… loaded with backpack. Somewhere along the line he went from toddler to young man, and I’m a bit melancholy over the fact that I can’t put my finger on exactly when that happened. It feels like I missed something somehow, and yet I know I haven’t. I was blessed to have been able to stay home with Noah full-time for all of his life. With my girls (16 and 10), I was a single mom, and not afforded that luxury. It’s been a joy to spend each day with Noah, getting to know him, watching him become the person he’s become. And still – time seems to have slipped past elusively. On the other hand, I look forward to what the days ahead hold for me. More time to study and focus on my relationship with the Lord, more time to tackle housework that I’ve put on hold for what seems like an eternity, and the possibility of re-entering the work force.

 

4. Noah loved the first day of school, but not nearly as much as he loved the second day. We drove him to school Tuesday, but on Wednesday he got to ride the bus. I’ve never seen him so excited! LOL… His exact words were, “I can’t believe it’s finally here! I’ve waited for this day my whole life!” – and so he has. Each year he has sat at the window and watched his sister get on that big yellow bus, just itching for his turn. I asked if it was everything he thought it would be. “Yes, and I even kept hitting my head against the window when they went over the bumps!” There ya have it. All is right in the world of five-year-old Noah.

My favorite thing about kindergarten is the way my son greets me when I go to pick him up each day. In spite of the fact that I have been home with him most, he is still a daddy’s boy. He adores his father and if Joel is around, I’m chopped liver. I can deal with that, I guess (although if I said it’s never bothered me, that would be a lie). Ah, but at the end of each class, I receive my gift. I watch the hallway, waiting for his teacher to lead the class out, single file. Since I have the advantage of being there first, I spot him immediately. I watch him searching the crowd of parents, seeking just one thing – ME. The way his eyes light up the second he sees me is worth a dozen hours of playing second fiddle to his dad. With a burst of enthusiasm he spreads his arms open as wide as they’ll go and he runs – yes, runs – as fast as his little legs can carry him. “Mama!” he yells as he throws himself against me and hugs me with a fierceness that takes my breath away. Yep. That’s my favorite part of kindergarten.

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I’m happy to report that things have changed over the past few years. Noah still loves his dad, but I share an equal spot in his heart. There are things that Dad is definitely the “go-to” guy for (jeeping, video games, etc), but when it’s time for bedtime prayers and getting tucked in at night — he wants his mama!  He is often just as content to snuggle with me and watch some tv (even Fox News Channel – now that’s love!) as he is to seek out his dad for some adventure.

 

I love that our relationship has grown. I love seeing how he has matured. I love the way he cares so deeply for those he loves and really thinks about what he’s saying, for fear of hurting someone’s feelings. I love that he trusts God completely and has the utmost confidence in Him to do what is best. I love that he sees the Lord at work, even when I sometimes don’t. I love his joy and enthusiasm for life. I love catching him singing a praise song when he thinks no one is listening. I love his unquenchable desire to learn new things. I love his vocabulary. I love his smile. I love his hugs and kisses. I love him.

 

Thank You, Lord… for Noah!

 

 

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Responses

  1. Happy Birthday, Noah! What a blessing to have a child who thinks before talking:) Shoot, I know some adults who are still working on this…

    And catching them singing is just the best:) Hope he has a great birthday.

  2. This was such a sweet post. I especially liked the image of you clicking your heels together in joy! That sounds so much like me!!!

    Xandra

  3. Being a parent is such a wonderful gift! Noah sounds a lot like my oldest. Hope he had a wonderful birthday!

  4. Yes, Lord thank you for Noah.
    Cause Nana Fran loves him “BIG MUCH”


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