First day of school..

My gift tonight at supper from Dash... Too perfect!

First Day of a New School Year. Little Dove is so Happy to go to school She was so grown up at the table this morning as I read over all the school rules. Dash Hawk had his heals set in ,Little by little his attitude digressed. He is ANGRY about going to school! I think it is more likely separation anxiety for him it is more displayed through anger. The old fight /flight he is a fighter. From 10 months on. It was his way of survival in the orphanage and it continues to this day. I did all I could to not let it push my buttons. Man he can make it hare. He has to leave me on a bad note for it to be alright. I wish he ere able not to have to do that when he is afraid. I really care so much for his day. I want him to be approachable. He is very stressed about speaking and having hearing aides. I did my best to be supportive and encouraging. Just breaks my heart...

Dove had lost her patience with Dash and stomped his poor little foot telling him to stop giving me (Mom) a hard time. Just 5 minutes before we were out the door. Then I had two upset kids. I managed to calm them and correct Dove, I thanked her for defending me, but told her that is not an appropriate way to handle it.


Dove had the same teacher she had in the spring. Easy transition. This after 10 years of it not being so. What a difference this year. She is looking forward to school. With a teacher like this woman who wouldn't be? She is awesome!

Unzipping his bag to remove his lunch box.

Dans teacher seams like a sweet heart. She has a good handle on her room. She does not come off as stressed out or anything. I told her we will need to speak. She asked to have a week so as to get to know him better first. He put his lunch in the lunch bin and she was pleased to see he had a water bottle. It looked like he and only one other had one. The teacher was appreciative of it and thanked me.

He was not happy. He turned to grab me and I walked over toward his desk and made comment on all the pictures the kids were doing. He came toward me and we embraced he began argument... then paused and walked toward his desk out of curiosity. I snapped a quick photo and just kept my eye to the teacher and back to him. I walked out and their was no child fit. I walked down the side walk and out to my car.

Any mothers heart becomes instant in intercession when her child be out of her charge. I will spend a lot of my day doing just that. My children are a gift from God and I know that they are within his hands of love and care. I will rest my cares upon HIM, I have set my love upon HIM and so as in psalm 91, He will keep me and mine.

The picture above was what he colored at the begining of his day.

Post script from a reflective Mom;
My boy was afraid, I wish I could have known better how to comfort him. He just pushes away and says angry things. Itried to acknowledge his anger and I over looked his fear. It was a great diversion tactic. I need to be more savvy! Thanks for the feed back via comments and email folks. It takes a village of reflections for a child to be fully seen.
Post ...Post Script... See the wonder of a new year! On the post to follow it was so amazing how great things are going! Thank you for all your well wishes.