Complete with her new, "I picked it out all by myself!" princess backpack, Savannah started school today.
I just dropped her off. Its too quiet around here! No one is here to ask me, "What shall we do today that's fun!" *sniff* She's growing up way too fast.
Just before we left for school, I pulled her into my bedroom so we could have a prayer together. I said I would say it and I prayed that she would be good and listen to the teacher, be safe, and all that other stuff that parents think of.
When I was done, I jumped up and said, "Okay, let's go!"
But I looked back down and she was still on her knees and had started her own prayer. She prayed that she would have fun, make friends, and all the other stuff that kids think of.
At one point in her prayer she said, "And bless that the other kids won't pick on me."
You know, that is one thing that didn't even cross my mind. Only goes to show the difference in thinking of a parent and a child.
And its a good thing too.