School Days

Jason,

Last year around this time, you attended your first day of school.  I dropped you off and wished I could tell the teacher something--anything--to make her understand how important you are to me.  To let her know that if she would only look past your unwillingness to sit in circle time, your disinterest in writing, and your propensity to jump around wildly singing Cee Lo Green songs, she would see how smart, funny, kind, sensitive, and wonderful you really are. I wanted her to preserve your innocence, to listen to your stories, to encourage your individuality, to spark in you a passion for learning. I wanted her to love you and protect you. 

Fast forward to bedtime tonight, on the first day of a brand new school year with that very same teacher.  You whispered, "Mommy, did you know that everyone in the whole world has different color hair, and different birthdays, and different color skin, and different Mommies, and different color houses, and different ages, and different talking...isn't that great? Mrs. G told me about that. It would be really boring if everyone was the same.  And I would be very confused."  And I said, "I love you, Jason."  And you said, "I know that, Mommy."  

Sometimes God puts the exact right person in the exact right spot to help you along life's path, and you just need to stop and appreciate it. So tonight in our prayers, we thanked Jesus for your wonderful teachers.  You are so blessed!