Day 3. It was emotionally the hardest parenting day I have had in 6 years. It all started this morning when Harper came and got in bed with me at 6:30am. My alarm had not gone off when I saw his shadow in the doorway. We snuggled until 7am and then I started to make breakfast. As he began to eat he started asking me if he had to go to school if he was sick. I knew exactly where this was headed.... He continued with asking me what was the earliest time I could pick him up (about 100 times)....He asked me why school had to be 7 hours....Why going to school was the law...and how come I couldn't go to school with him....followed by... how many more years until I graduate from high school...Are you overwhelmed? I was.
I quickly cut out a heart from scrapbook paper and told him to keep it with him in his pocket. If he started to miss me then he needed to pull it out and remember that I was praying for him and that I would see him right after school.
I have been fervently praying for my boy.. days and weeks before school started. I never dreamed Harper would not like school. He is a sweet, adoring, little boy who usually goes with the flow. He has become very independent over the summer so I certainly was not anticipating his strong dislike for school.
When it was time to leave for school he put on the brakes and started crying. He just stood in the yard and said he was not going. I just kept walking and he eventually caught up with me. He held my hand and cried for the entire 8 minutes of our walk. I was trying so hard to be patient and use kind words, but there is just only so much complaining you can hear at 7:30am. I reminded him of the heart in his pocket and assured him that he would be okay. Well as we approached the classroom he starting clinging to me. His teaching tried to shake his hand and he would not budge. Frustrated, tired, and sad I had said everything that I needed to say so I removed myself from his grip and tried to walk away. He said "Mom, I need to tell you something." I bent down to listen and he grabbed my cheeks and gave me a big kiss on the lips!
I walked out of the room and lost it. I was that mom, sobbing down the hallway. The principal saw me and asked what was wrong. I explained to her that Harper was having a hard time adjusting to school...and how it was just so hard to leave him so upset. I felt so silly for crying, but it was uncontrollable. She assured me that he would be fine and even offered for him to switch classes if necessary.
The next hour I prayed, worried, and talked to mom about what I should do... email teacher, switch classes, teacher conference, call school counselor?? I decided I needed to go to the gym for some head clearing cardio. At about 9:30 I received a call from the principal telling me that she went to check on him and that he was all smiles. Thank goodness! That was just what I needed to hear. I was blown away that she had taken the time to check on him. Her outreach was a tremendous blessing.
As I reflect on the day I am reminded that this is GOD's BOY. I am not alone in this or any other issue I am facing. He is HIS and has the perfect plan. I always tell him that mommy loves you, daddy loves you, but GOD loves you most. I need to believe what I am saying.
"And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them." Romans 8:28
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