Back to school

Mckenna with her new teacher Mrs. Simpkin

Mckenna started third grade today. I have been told by many people the school she is going to is wonderful, I'm sure it is. As I walked Kenna to her new class, I felt like I was in a foreign land. My three older kids have all gone to the same elementary school, it was very familiar and comfortable. Mckenna keeps telling me that she is fine with going to a new school where she knows NOBODY her age, but the last few nights have told us differently. She has not been able to go to sleep. She tearfully asks her dad to lay with her, then she finally, fitfully, falls to sleep.

Last night, I put her to bed without our annual father's blessings, Tom hadn't gotten home from his church duties. I figured the blessing would count, even if it was a day late. When he got home, he checked on her and found her sobbing in her bed. He scooped her up and brought her downstairs. She looked so little when he sat her in a chair with her puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks. He gave her a beautiful blessing, promising her that she would be calm and at peace. Shortly after the blessing, she climbed on my lap and I rocked her and sang her favorite lullaby to her. Tom carried her to bed where she slept well and woke excited for her new school. I am still anxious, I hope she finds some good friends. But for her, I feel so blessed to have her dad hold the precious power to calm her troubled spirit.