On their First Days Back to School

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An imperceptible noise wakes me and I turn. Red digital numbers gleam 6:44 am and I am grateful, Thanks for waking me up, God. I slip quietly out of bed, wanting to hug and pray for John on his first day back to school.

Yellow kitchen light washes streaks across a dark living room carpet, and I can hear John around the corner.

“Hi,” I grin sleepily and hug him, my eyes still creased against the brightness. Tall, broad-shouldered, my twenty year old is packing a lunch. Bagging baby carrots, a ham and wheat sandwich, and looking around for chips, he already has a plastic container of yesterday’s fried rice.

“I’ll be at school all day today,” he says, closing the bread bag.

“There are apples,” I murmur.

While he is gathering his lunch, I pray aloud for him, asking God to give him safety in rush hour roads, energy and excitement for his college classes, connections with his professors, and a good year of learning. He stops and smiles, “Mmm, thanks, Mom.”

We hug and move to the front stairway entry where he loads his backpack.

“Oh hey, here is a red notebook for you!” I scramble away for a moment, returning with a simple single subject notebook, a traditional gift for my kids each year when they used to journal often. “It’s your favorite color.”

“Thanks,” he grins, flipping it open. “Um…” and he shows me. An assembly error has stapled all the pages upside down. We laugh, and John grabs his bag.

“Have a great day,” I say, sitting small on the steps above him. “I’m proud of you for getting up early for your classes, for getting a lunch, and being so organized. You got this! You can do this.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he says, and he opens his heart up more on his way out the door, and I am so thankful for this morning of seeing him off.

Thanks, God, for waking me up. What a gift.