Elijah not small anymore

 Elijah our youngest , turned 4 a few weeks ago. And here in the Netherlands, that means he starts school and many other things. He was ready for school since he was 3. Not just pre school, but real school. Every other day or so , when we went to drop Benjamin at school, he would ask ," Am I going to school today?". And I would reply, "not today, but soon". And finally that day arrived, 3 days before his birthday.

But a few weeks before, we received a card from the school welcoming us to his new class. So we decided to go and have look at the new class and the new teacher. He was'nt as excited as I thought he would be. He was whinny and cranky. Said he didnt want any birthday cake or any superheroes on it. He wanted a dog. So I told him he already had a toy doggy and hadnt played with it for so long.
Actually, he wanted a real dog. A big brown dog with no spots and a little bark.I am not a fan of animals and definitely not having one as a pet. And especially a big one with a little bark. Too many specifications. He was nervous now that he was actually going to see his class.
He wouldnt get out of the car, and when I could finally get him out , we made the slowest walk from the car to the school.
We stayed outside the class and watched all the children enter as the bell rang. He had a glimpse of his teacher. He began to loosen up and wasnt all cheerful, but at least not tense.I spoke to the teacher while he clung to me. And in 5 minutes we were back in the car and on our way home.

A week before his birthday he also started his first swimming lesson. Not swimming lessons with Bobby in the pool with him, but he alone and me sitting in the gallery. Of course,

2 years old

  I could sit on the bench next to the pool for the first day. He absolutely loved it. He did everything that the teacher asked him to and was practicing so hard.

The following Monday, his first day at school, he woke up crying and complaining that his foot hurt. I had to carry him dowstairs and feed him porridge.But after a while, after he ate and I spoke to him, he got better and started jumping and hopping around. Bobby was almost ready to not send him to school.... There was a pattern here, so I knew. He was excited so much, he kept singing and hopping all the way to school. It was a sight to see him all grown up, with his new spiderman bag across his shoulder. He even told me what he wanted  for lunch. Seeing him like this I was too shocked to cry.

He was in his element and his moment had come.

And I realized, there goes my son...... I wont have him with me like I used to before. But I was quickly reminded that he had every other Friday off. Phew..... Another 2 years of that. I can hold on a little longer.


May our sons love God and seek Him dilligently. (Inspired from Proverbs 8:17 )


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