Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Ashton's First Day of School

Today came with great excitement and anticipation. It was Ashton's very first day of school. From the time we all woke it was 'go go go' with eating breakfast, packing bags, making lunches, putting the new uniform and shoes on, adjusting the new school bags and shoes, getting hair looking good, applying sunblock, remembering the stationary, remembering named drink bottles, book bags etc etc. And amongst all that, we still left the house on time at 8:15 to pick up Nana and get both boys to their new classrooms well before the bell rung. Ashton was very proud to FINALLY have the priviledge of being just like his big brother...a grown up, independent school boy. He walked into his first and new classroom with confidence and didn't hesitate at all in saying goodbye.

Below is a really great poem that my mum gave to me. It reflects how EVERY mother feels the day their child starts school and it's exactly all that I wished for today.

Lord, my young son will go to school today. It’s going to be strange and new to him for a while and I want you to treat him gently.
You see, up to now, he’s been a little boy. He’s been boss of the backyard, yes, and I’ve always been around to repair his wounds, to soothe his feelings. But now things are going to be different.
This morning, he’s going to leave the front door, wave his hand and start out on the great adventure. It’s an adventure that will probably include wars, tragedy and sorrow. To live his life in the world, please Lord, take him by his young hand and teach him the things he will have to know, but teach him gently if you can.
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero and that for every enemy there is a friend.
Teach him that a cent earned is of far more value than a dollar found. And let him learn that bullies are the easiest people to lick.
Teach him the wonder of books, but also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on the green hillside.
In school teach him that it is far more honourable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in himself and his own ideas, even if everybody tells him he’s wrong.
Give my son the strength not to follow the crowd: everyone is getting on the bandwagon. Teach him to listen to all men, but also to filter all he hears on the screen of truth and to retain only the good that comes through.
Teach him that there can be glory in failure and despair in success. Teach him not to sell his brains and brawn to the highest bidder and never to put a price tag on his heart and love. Teach him to close his eyes to the howling mob and to stand up and fight if he thinks he’s right.
Teach him gently, Lord, but don’t coddle him because only the test of fire makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient and patience to be brave.
Teach him to have sublime faith in you and in himself and then he will always have faith in mankind.
Above all, let him find your friendship and to learn to love you and others around him with all his heart.
This is a big order, Lord….but see what you can do.
He’s such a fine little fellow, my son.


Photo's to follow in the next post. It's been a big day and I have to get to bed!

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