Appropriately, I try to reignite my blogging efforts as my oldest sweet offspring departs for her first day at kindergarten. So I'll stick with time-worn excuse of 'better late than never' and proceed with actual memories.
Maya went forth into her K grade as she does into everything else, now - eyes wide open, curious and eager and excited. When I asked her if she was nervous, she furrowed her brow in confusion, and gave me the "I think you have two heads" puzzled look which I observed in the rear-view mirror of my motherly matron of a minivan. Child didn't even comprehend my question. All she knew was new backpack! New friends! New things to do! Promises of learning to read! Let's recall, after all, that it was her mother advertising her introverted-ness via a blog name - not this here kiddo. My prayer for her today is that it takes as long as possible for the generally crooked world around her to knock down some of this life enthusiasm - and that by then, she can competently fight back with her own faith and dreams.
Separately elsewhere in the universe, Jack had a drop-off meltdown in his new class on Day 2, and Emery continues to humble my socks off by her ridiculously exceptional even-keeled attitude and general disposition of a true flower child. I remain convinced, and now confide this in her while changing her diaper, that time will come still when I will learn things from her in, and for, life.
What a unique sibling concoction. They ought to be quite a trio once they emerge into adulthood. But I can wait. No hurry, really. Back to this generally crooked world thought.
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