Back to school 2011

I can't believe it. Summer is already over? It feels like it just started. Caleb is in 8th grade. Zach is in 5th. Rachel is 3rd grade and Ethan is 1st and Mayah a Kindergartener. YIKES.....It's a bit sad but exciting too. My kids were super excited this morning. Mayah has been wanting to go to school for sooooooooooo long. Being the youngest she has watched one of her siblings head off to school while she was left behind. FINALLY her day has come. She is in half day kinder and her teacher seems AMAZING. Can't wait to see how this year turns out for Mayah. Zach was excited to have a male teacher and then when he came home from school he said that this teacher is even better than his MOST favorite teacher in Virginia. Caleb had a good day..........so he says. He is a man of few words. We're working on it. He's getting a little more talkative but not much. Rachel and Ethan both had a good day too. At first, when I took Ethan to school he told me he didn't want to go to recess. I told him he didn't have to. He could just sit in the classroom before school started. Then he informed me that he didn't want to go to ANY recesses. That surprised me but I figured he would be fine once the day started. He came home to inform me that he got to go to THREE recesses. He loved it. Rachel was excited to play with a friend from church on the play ground. They are not in the same class at school or church but she knows her and that made her happy. We moved here in the middle of the school year last year. Because of a new elementary school here the boundries changed which caused the kids to be put into a new school. The old school gave us special permission to continue at their school but we would need to provide the transportation. That is understandable but at this time we cannot do that so we switched them over. I think all will be well.

Last night I found myself crying myself to sleep...just thinking of my kids getting older made me sad....and the thought of...Am I doing enough? Am I preparing them? Am I the kind of mother my Father in Heaven wants me to be? That is when the tears came because, honestly, I don't feel like I am. I have so much room to improve and I am always feeling guilty. I can't stop thinking that my kids deserve so much more. But they do teach me so much. They keep me on my toes and I love them. I hope they know just how much. They are truly a blessing to me.