
I know my two went to bed feeling equal parts excited and nervous. It's like a childhood rite of passage. I remember feeling anxious before the first day of school. Who would I sit by at lunch? What would I do at recess? Would my teacher be nice?
As my children head to school in the morning, I hope it is with eager anticipation and not nervous trepidation.
I hope the other kids are nice to them and that they have someone to eat lunch with. And that their teachers will see their good hearts -- even if they burrow beneath the surface sometimes.
And I hope they always know that I love them.
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