Take good care of my baby. (Yep, the kid actually managed to get five front teeth in this photo.)

It’s happening.

After eight years of homeschooling, this year, all four of my children strap on their backpacks and head down to our local public school.

Aside from the schooling comments that inevitably hit the comments section–I tell you this because, from the minute a doctor slaps them on the bottom, our kids are increasingly outside of our own bodies. Our control diminishes (though admittedly, we still love them as if they were within us, attached and growing there). In a series of baby, then middle-schooler steps, our goal is to launch them. And this step is just increasing that radius a bit. It releases them more and more into God’s care, His unrelenting direction of them. read more