The way that girl looked you.
The irritation you felt from the cashier.
The way a driver cuts you off just to stop and make you wait.
This last week was nothing short of just plain ole awful. A little boy hit my kid on the bus. I knew I had to notify the school. The problem was I felt like it was pulling teeth to be heard & believed.
That is one feeling I truly loathe.
When all of my heart is crying out in earnest truth and I am not believed. It's a terrible feeling.
Joel and I would lay in bed and go to sleep in moments because we were SO.SO.TIRED from all the school shenanigans.
The things is I wasn't trying to pass a new law.
I wasn't trying to allow gum-chewing again in schools.
I wasn't even trying to force my way.
I was just trying to keep my child safe.
I felt like I was fighting for the right to breathe.
As if Oxygen were a privilege.
Friday, Jude went back to school after 2 days off while I tried to sort through the legal mumbo jumbo. He came home with a note from the boy who hit him. The boy, who when confronted about this, broke down in tears and said, "Im so sorry I hit Jude!' The note was 'kindergarten-like' with bright colors and pictures of sweet kids playing and a sunshine. At the top was written simply in 5-yr old handwriting;
I'm Sorry Jude
Jude was so proud of it. It was the first thing he wanted to show me. I was so proud of my forgiving child. I was also proud of this young boy who readily admitted what went wrong.
I wasn't so proud of the school system but THAT we are working through. Documenting a new plan, getting Jude to be comfortable enough to 'tell' AS SOON as anything happens, rather than waiting out of fear of getting a friend in trouble.
It's hard to get a through a week like this without losing faith in humanity.
I guess that is why God gave us children. To remind us that a simple apology coupled with remorse and humility is nearly impossible to ignore. I wonder who I need to apologize to today. I wonder who I need to forgive.
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