In the past month, I’ve heard from Isaac’s teacher, Asher’s teacher, their art teacher, gym teacher, and music teacher. I sat in a meeting with the counselor, the reading specialist, the occupational therapist, a gifted specialist, a psychologist and a couple of other people I didn’t catch their specialty.
The end story is, I’ve got a really smart and special kid. He’s sweet and kind. He’s a people pleaser and a class clown. He loves to make people laugh. He loves to read, and write, and build. He’s very creative and more interested in his own daydreams than what may be going on around him. All of these teachers love Isaac and think he’s great but are concerned that he’s not as focused as they want him to be. His lack of attention to detail may lead him to under perform when he’s perfectly capable of doing better. We made some plans and have a few strategies in place. We’ll keep an eye on him and as the years go by and school gets harder, we’ll readjust when we need to.
All of that stress, for a cushion in his chair, some cotton balls in his pocket, and a timer on his desk.
In the meantime, I’ve been frustrated and I’ve cried. I may have screamed a few times as well.
Today, I am happy. I am proud of my boy. I am hopeful for our future and I feel like I have a better grip on how to parent my son. All because it takes a village to raise me…
Throughout this month, I’ve had a husband who kept me sane. My family has been praying for me and supporting me. I’ve had friends who have told me that they were there once. I had a sweet friend, who was where I am now 15 years ago, remind me in a very tangible way that it’s all worth it. I had a friend stop me in the middle of Costco who looked into my eyes and saw into my heart. No words were spoken, but none had to be. I had a bunch of groups of friends I just spent time with and laughed with and they eased the stress of the day.
For someone like me, who dreams about living in a cottage alone in the woods, and not seeing another living soul for stretches of years.
That’s a big deal. That’s a revelation. Even I, who definitely enjoys solitude, need people. I need friends. And I’m so thankful God has placed them in my life.
God, thank you for my friends. Thank you for my mentors. Thank you for my family. Thank you for creating us for relationships and thank you for the people in my life who stretch me and force me to enjoy those relationships just like you planned for us. Thank you for my boys who are perfect in every way. They are the masterpieces that you created. Just the way you wanted. Help me to continue to see them for who they are, not who I want them to be. Thank you for letting me be their mother. May I follow in the example you gave us as you showed us how to love each other. Amen.