My boys all started school yesterday. After moving into the dorm and going on class trips last week, yesterday was the big day.
The boys quietly and calmly went about their business. I guess I'll always think of them as "the boys," even though they're young men now. No big production--just back to school. I wish I were the scrapbooking kind of mom, the kind of mom who would always take pictures to remember such special things as the first day of each school year. I'm afraid I'm not organized enough for that.
But I was happy this past week to be reminded of a special little fact. Turns out that the very first friend that my oldest son ever made in school, many years ago and in another city and state, has now become a friend again. That little boy we used to know now lives in the same dorm at Duke as my son.
My son was in third grade when he went off to school for the first time. That first day of school prompted me to take a photo:
Now, eleven years later, those boys' paths have crossed again. Isn't that cool?
So I'm reminded that, although I may not be a scrapbooking kind of mom, God is a storytelling kind of God. He is telling me the story of His goodness and kindness and everlasting faithfulness, the way He takes care of us and provides for all our needs. And He is gently urging me to remember that He always will.
I'm grateful to be back to school with a very patient Teacher.