Tell me, how do two such opposite and intense emotions simultaneouly exist within me?
My warring thoughts:
We're starting a new year!
New friends!
New teachers!
They're growing up.
I'm going to miss him.
I can't believe he's in school full day!
Freedom!!!
Freedom!!!
I'm going to get so much done!
He might be miserable.
5th GRADE?????!!!!!
What if she's not placed in the right class?
She'll make new friends.
She'll make her way.
God will work it out.
I'm positive I'm not the only one who does this. I'm just a momma bear watching out for my children. Checking. Double checking. Hurting. Feeling Joy. Praying. Asking. Inquiring. Thinking. Conferencing. Taking note. Praying. Believing.
So, yesterday was the first day of school. Emotions were running high. But the day was great. All was well.
And then came today. Even though he is the Duke of Rough and Tough, he is also the King of High Emotions, so I went by the school at lunch to check on him.
He grabbed me with his grubby, warm hands and said in a tight voice, "momma, take me home. I need to go home with you."
Ow. I felt stung. He doesn't want to go home; he needs to go home!
But I tipped his chin with encouragement and walked away. He can do it, I told myself.
Ten minutes later, I received a call on my cell phone: the school nurse. The news? Luke was on the playground and was stung by a wasp or yellow jacket. Not once. Not twice. Not three times or four. FIVE TIMES he was stung!!!
Your son needs you. Please come and get him. Feeling stung again, I did just that. I found him in the nurse's office, red faced and puffy, a desperate look in his Rough and Tough eyes. He was scared and had big welts on his shoulder, chest, hand and thigh.
But he was OK. It's just hard for a momma bear not to be there to protect her littlest cub.
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