When my first son, Ben, started kindergarten, he was older than most. His birthday fell only days before the deadline, so we kept him home the year he was five. That spring there was the traditional kindergarten round-up. He was beside himself with excitement. I was trying to get him, his younger brother, and myself out of the house and to the school in a timely fashion. He stood there, hands on his hips and said, "My stomach keeps going around and around saying,'Let's go! Let's go!' and I tell my stomach, 'We're going, we're going.'"
And yes, when school started in the fall, he was just as excited. And I celebrated, with a little sadness. "Will the teachers love him? Will he make friends? Will he do well?" I could only pray God would be with him.
We have those "send our babies off" moments at other times, too. This morning, I mailed the manuscript of my children's novel off to an editor.
Will the editor love it? Will it do well?
What are you sending off into the world? A child? A presentation at work? Yourself?
May your babies and mine go with God's covering hand.