September 10, 2013 by CassieCravings
“I don’t want to go to school.”
His voice was barely a whisper. His eyes were downcast. His hands turned over and over one another in worry.
“My heawrt is so newrvous. It has so much newrvous ‘dat it huwrts.”
I encouraged him to talk to me about it. He sighed deeply and crawled in my lap.
“‘Dat is all to say. I don’t want to go to school.”
I sighed with him.
A new school for Eli and a new job for myself had made for a lot of change in our little world lately. Eli was no longer a part of his home-school group with his beloved teacher and cherished friends. The new school was prestigious, impressive and huge. The tour proved to be quite overwhelming. Endless hallways and unfamiliar faces had my curly headed boy clinging to me throughout the tour.
I twirled my finger in his curls, “Little guy, your daddy and I chose this school very carefully. I know you didn’t get to be a part of the decision. This was one that Mama and Daddy had to make. We prayed about it. We looked at a lot of different options. I’m going to ask you to trust us that the decision we made is right.”
His baby hands reached towards mine. Our fingers interlocked. “I trusts you,” he said quietly but firmly.
That first day of school, my curly headed boy carried a lunch box as big as him. He timidly walked in. It wasn’t a success that first day or even the second or even the third. He was nervous.
Trust doesn’t squeeze out apprehension.
But he continued to try, and I continued to encourage.
A few weeks have passed, and Eli barely waves as he jumps into his classroom. He asks for “5 more minutesth!” when I pick him up.
I am so proud of my persistent, cautious, trusting boy. It certainly was not an easy transition, but it was one that was definitely worth making.