I watched Noah as he slowly walked towards the school building, heading for his first class of the day, Band. Band is one of his favorite classes, he gets to beat on a drum. My little drummer boy.
It was sad to watch his slow walk. Overall, Noah does not like school, the reason is simple, Noah does not think that school likes him. He walks like a prisoner resigned to the gallows. My heart wrenches for him. He looks so alone. I don’t want him to feel the way he looks. At the same time, I am terribly proud of him. It was his decision to attend public school, versus home schooling. He goes despite the obvious dread.
In all the times I have dropped him off at school his step has never changed. He is never excited to be there. The reminds me of this every day when I wake him to get ready to go. “I don’t want to go to school,” He says, and I say, “I know.” Yet, every day he gets up, gets ready, and makes that sad, heart-breaking walk to the school building. Once upon a time he used to turn and look back to see if I was still there, he no longer does. Now he walks as one all alone, knowing that he is alone, and somewhat fearful of what the day will have in store for him. My heart is with him in all his fear and loneliness. I can’t wait to come back and pick him up.
“How was your day, Noah?”
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