I was bummed that I could not ride the bus, but I didn't want to leave Anderson with our babysitter for that long, so I met her there to chaperone. (another hard part about school are those choices)
So I feel I need to work on my attitude some with school. I often just want her to be home and keep our nest intact. One morning I interrupted her sitting on our windowsill lost in some music, somehow it feels important for her imagination to have ample time to run... It seems like an interruption in a time we can't get back. The time she was home went so fast (as everyone says it will) and I selfishly want more and want it to last longer.
Deveraux shared some of her first words of insecurities over friendships and choosing "best friends." She was wondering why one girl was chosen as a best friend and she said, "maybe it is the way she looks..." Ahh here we go. The pain of not being chosen begins early and the great joy of being chosen is important... Lord give us wisdom as we navigate this road with Deveraux.
One of the days my dad and Kimberly were visiting, we told Deveraux she could take a day off school. She instead chose to go, it was Friday pizza day and she wanted to see friends. I was kind of amazed she wanted to go. I dropped her off and as I drive by she was standing by the gate in the playground looking for me (she hasn't done this for awhile). She generously waved and then ran of joyously to play not looking back....
Both a sting and a relief.
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