The Chapman household hit a HUGE milestone this week. We have a child in school. Ouch...it hurts to say it. Our sweet-souled Harrison started K4 at First United Methodist Church on Monday. I have never seen a child so elated to be going to school and hope this joy continues through all his school years, though I doubt.
We have been working all summer to get him prepared for school, so he knew well in advance was was happening. I took him, just the two of us, school shopping one day for some new school clothes. The Friday before school, his "B" took him shopping for his school supplies and to see a movie to celebrate his last day of summer. The Thursday before his start date, I attended a parents-only orientation and was able to meet his teacher, etc. I had made up my mind months ago that there was no need to be sappy over this, that Harrison was going to grow up whether I liked it or not, so I may as well embrace this next stage of his life. At least that's what I had been psyching myself up for.
Through all the school shopping and seemingly nonstop talking about school and even through the orientation, I held it together rather well. At the end of orientation, we were able to go and look at the children's classrooms and meet their teachers. As I walked into what would be Harrison's classroom, it hit me at the door. The teacher had a big tree on the door and all these little red apples around the tree. Each apple had a student's name on it.
I saw the apple. "Harrison."
My heart stopped for a second and I literally had to choke back tears to keep them from flooding his classroom. So very bittersweet.
That first day, Monday, Harrison got to meet his teacher and his classmates and play in his classroom. No tears for Mama, no tears for Harrison. Just joy. Joy at watching that little 6-pounder newborn who had suddenly grown into a school boy seemingly overnight. Joy at watching him make friends and build social skills and learn. Joy at a few quiet hours at home just me and Brig. It's good stuff.
No doubt as days pass, this little blog will fill up with things he's learned, stories he's told and silly things he's done. Just joy.
Who am I? I am a wife, a Mama, God's child and still trying to figure out the rest. I am blessed with a wonderful husband -- truly my "better half" -- who is the lover-of-simplicity, non-detail-oriented person whom I am trying to be more like. We live small-town life in the woods of North Florida and enjoy it much. When I have time for myself (not often enough), I like to work in my yard, do crafty things, and shop.
I can't think of another phrase used to describe my husband Justin than "My Better Half." He is truly just that. Aside from the values we are exactly alike in, there are an enormous amount of things that we are counter opposites. All in all, we complement each other well. If there's one thing I've learned over my years in marriage (and am still learning...work in progress), it's that it is hard and takes effort on both parts. However, the good times definitely outweigh the bad. I'm blessed beyond measure for this man who works so hard to provide for our family and be the hero that our boys deserve. He is the down-to-earth, simple life loving person that I'm striving to be more like. I'm grateful that he loves me for me, at my best and at my worst. He makes me laugh and fills our home with joy. I, quite possibly, could go on and on like a lovesick 14-year-old. Thank you Justin for being you and loving me and adoring our children. I know they see Jesus in you and am proud to call you mine.
Tears come to my eyes when I think of my growing family. It took about 3.4 seconds after delivering my first child to realize that this is what God put me on the planet for. With that joy, also came the overwhelming realization of the responsibility that entails...which is still at times overwhelming! To my boys, I am beyond blessed to be called your mother. Hearing the pitter-patter of your little feet first thing in the morning makes my day. My life has been enhanced beyond measure just because of you. You are my Heart.
Harrison Reid is my first-born and there is no truer boyish boy! He is rowdy, rambunctious, and all things dirt and trucks and tractors. He keeps us rolling in laughter with his anecdotes and jokes and silly sayings. My sweet-souled boy. He is now a big preschooler and no doubt this little blog will fill up quickly with stories and photos about his days. I love you, Harrison, and thank you for making me a Mama.
Brigdon David is (at this point) my baby and the sweetest, happiest baby - though I am a tad partial! Even at 9-months-old, he has a good little heart and that gummy smile can bring tears to my eyes. I think back to my pregnancy and how we longed for this baby to be a girl, and were surprised when we were told he was a boy. God created this child, this boy, for our family. I could not imagine our life without him. I love to watch Brigdon interact with Harrison and had no idea how blessed I would be by their love for each other - even at their young ages. Brigdon, thank you for being my baby. I can't wait to fill the pages of this blog with your little life story. God has big things in store for you.