Look at that smart kid!
I knew this was coming. I knew it, and I tried to push it out of my mind for as long as I could, but the inevitable happened. I had to send Joseph to school. Not only that, but I had to send him to Junior High! Last night when I tucked him in, it lasted for about 30 minutes. Every time I would get up to leave we would hug again and say I love you, then I would get up to leave, and again, another hug. We both knew this was coming and although grateful for the opportunity to go to school, we were both not ready to seperate. This morning he got up and made himself a rolex (Ugandan) food and then we were off. I walked him into school resisting his hand when he tried to hold mine. Yes, I wanted to hold his hand but I thought he'd better enter school without holding hands with his mom, lest he have difficulty living that down. We went into the counselor's office where she had a sweet boy that was going to escort him to his classes and eat lunch with him. I walked with Joseph and the escort to his first class and again, when he tried to walk with me and hold my hand I urged him forward so he could walk with the other boy. But dang it, I really wanted to hold his hand! I wanted to take away all of his fears! By the time he reached class I was ready to break into the ugly cry so I figured I had better get out of there before he saw. We gave a quick hug and that was it. I walked to the car and as I wiped my eyes I smelled his Nivea lotion (a scent I hate) on my hands. I said a quick but heartfelt prayer that God would be with my boy. I'm walking around the house doing my housewifely duties, counting down the minutes until I get to pick him up. I have 1hour 25 minutes, but who's counting?
