He doesn't love school. He never has. He's been dreading the first day since he finished the school year last June. We've been working on that "attitude" but this week certainly didn't help.
I could tell he started to feel better when he got to the bus stop.
He's one of the older kids this year and that's so helpful.
Next year we're going to be adding some girls to this all boy crew.
Off they go.
I prayed all day.
I just wanted it to be a great day.
When he got off the bus my heart sank.
He looked awful and immediately told me he thought he was going to throw up.
He had a migraine headache all day. Trust me...I had talked to his teacher ahead of time about the fact that he gets migraines and ....well, I'm going to be gracious and not say another word about that.
He immediately took some medicine, got an ice pack and went straight to bed. He stayed there for over an hour.
We had such a special "first day of school" celebration night planned. A giant cookie cake as an after school snack...he didn't eat a bite. And we ordered his favorite Papa John's pizza for dinner. He didn't eat it. Ugh. I could have cried...he did.
The morning of day 2 I assured him that it was going to be a great day.
We prayed about it and off he went to school.
It wasn't a great day. There was a situation that was not great and I've realized that Christian is going to have to toughen up and I'm going to have to be a very "present" part of his school career.
I really do think he's going to have a good year. He's just going to have to be assertive when he needs something and he's going to have to listen up and walk a fine line.