(1/20) Worries....

When my kids were in preschool, I worried if they would cry when I left, would anyone help them button their pants after a trip to the potty....would someone push them and would someone be available to help them up and give them a hug if they were pushed.
A few days ago, I dropped them off as 3rd and 5th graders...still worried. Would other children be kind...would their teachers understand them. Would Avery be included in the "clubs" that always seem to pop up when girls are together, or would she be turned away. If turned away, will she walk with her head held high and her heart untouched...knowing who she is and how much she is loved...or would she let selfish girls dictate who she is and how she acts. Would they be bullied, have the strength to stand up for those who are bullied...or would they bully. Would Weston be accepted....liked....despite his struggles to fit in socially. Would his teacher understand his need for movement...allow him the freedom to be who he is...or try to fit him into that small hole that so many boys find themselves...tightly held yet longing to break free....would he submit, yield softly or fight back. Is public school the place for him....he's wild and wooly yet very immature and innocent. How will he do when faced with peer pressure....cigarettes and drugs...his changing body. Will he find a true friend....the one he is still looking for. These are the things I think about daily, even hourly....and I have no answers. They are not easy to hand over...I am their mother, these worries should belong to me, but they do not. So, hand them over I must...to someone who loves them more than I do...and rather than spend my time worrying, I'll try to spend it in prayer....it won't be easy though because, after all...I am their mother.