I'll admit it.
I'm a sentimental fool when it comes to children and the markers in life.
So, this morning on my way to the office I pass a little boy, he looked to be about six-years-old. He was holding his mother's hand as they walked toward our neighborhood school for the first day of classes in this new school year.
For some reason seeing that little guy made me think of all of the other children, young and older who'll make a similar trek this morning.
Of course, I thought of my own grandchildren as my eyes called in a tear or two. All three of them will go back to school today.
I remembered the many "first day of school" days I experienced with my own daughters.
It's an exciting time. A good time. A nerve-wracking time.
It's not easy being a child today.
I offered up a simple prayer as I drove past that little fellow and his hopeful mom. It was a prayer for every child on this first day of a new school year. A prayer for mercy, hope, opportunity, courage, fairness and safety.
Our children are treasures, every single one of them.
I'll be thinking of him, my own grandchildren and all of them today.
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