It took everything I had not to rant in front of my two boys about how poorly planned their school open house was.
See the classroom. √
Walk the halls. √
Find the restroom. √
Tour the gym, library, and cafeteria. √
Review the routine for the first day of school. √
Meet the teacher. √
That is kind of important, don’t you think?
Only some of the teachers were there. By Choice. It was not required they be there.
My two boys: New Students. New School. Don’t Know Anyone. Hoping to Greet their New Teachers one time before the first day of school.
I don’t think that is too much to ask.
Daddy and I get to meet them tonight at Parent Open House. But the kids are not invited.
Umm…We are talking a first and third grader here.
I could see the disappointment on their faces. Heads that were first held high eager for that first meeting, were now cast down off sagging shoulders.
That is when I felt it.
I was ready to let the sweet, kind, soft-spoken Guidance Counselor have it. Maybe that is why they sent her.
My two boys were standing right there. It hasn’t been too long ago that I was in their shoes and holding my breath that my mom wouldn’t say anything that would embarrass me.
I backed off.
Letting go. It is so hard. Trusting other adults to care for my children, to protect them, to make them feel welcome.
I bow my head in prayer.
LORD, I lift up these two blessings to you. Here you go. They are yours. You have gifted me with the joy of raising them, but I need your help. I can’t do this parenting thing without you. I mess up everyday. And, for that I am deeply sorry. Please forgive me.
I pray for their teachers today as they are preparing a place for them in their classrooms and in their hearts. May their time at school be filled with joy in learning and security in knowing it is a safe place for making new and lasting friends.
As I prepare my heart for letting them go this new school year, may you give me comfort and peace. Amen.