Today is my kid’s first day of school. I used to look forward to those days — part-excitement, part-nervousness, part eagerness to dive in to learning new and cool things.
Of course the darker side to this is my relief of getting way from the severely dysfunctional and abusive family. I couldn’t wait to be just away from it all. I remember dreading coming home, too.
So here I am in my adulthood, seeing my children filled with the same anxiety-excitement, but also knowing full well when they come home there will be love, nurturing and a place for them alongside their siblings and parents.
I am indeed blessed.