Boo started second grade today. He has had an exemplary attitude. But it all became too real last night. He knew if he went to sleep, it would be tomorrow: Second Grade.
He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Daddy read him a story and prayed. He was snuggling with dad when silently, he turns away from him and begins to weep. Mommy is called in for reinforcements. It's nice to know, that even at the ripe old age of seven, he still needs mommy's soft hugs.
"What makes you scared, honey?" He weeps into my chest and warbles, "I'm not ready for times tables!"
I think God may see our troubles the way I see Boo's: knowing I will be there for him, to help him, assure him, hold and comfort him - with my heart a mixture of love and empathy and tickles.