My Last Child's First Day of Kindergarten
As I walked home from the bus stop with my big kindergartener, I asked rapid-fire questions: Was it fun? Who do you sit by? What did Mr. Neff say? Did you raise your hand? Who did you play with? Where did you sit on the bus?
When my appetite for first-day-information subsided a bit, I told him one thing about my day. I said, "I cried a little bit after you left. I was really sad to be all alone this morning."
He responded, "Yup. And you're gonna be all alone again tomorrow, too!" Cade is not known for his family devotion and ardor.
But I do have one sentimentalist among my brood. He's the one who, at the pool yesterday, said, "Cade, can I play catch alone with Mommy? ‘Cause I haven't gotten to spend much time with her this summer." (At this, Ken laughed aloud.)
My kids are oh-so different, but I love each one fiercely. Because of their uniqueness, my relationship with one is not the ditto of another. But I wouldn't want it to be!
I don't think God wants xerox relationships with his children either.