I came across this poem the other day on another blog I read. It killed me! :( So sad, but so real! Most appropriate for this time in my life. And then today . . . I had to post it.
But first, let me explain what happened:
Today after school was cheerleading, which Charity was "wanted" to do. Dave didn't think she'd do it, I just tried to just encourage her and hope we don't have too many hiccups along the way.
One minute she wants to do it, the next minute she's stressed out beyond belief about where to go and what to do after school. I called the coach yesterday just to find out all the details: they'll call the cheerleaders and bring them to the Multi-purpose Room where first they'll let them change and then they'll practice. Coach said just make sure she pays attention. Oh dear! Charity!?!?! Pay attention?!?!
This morning she was still worrying about what exactly to do. We assured her, she'd be fine. I also put a note in her folder to her teacher, reminding her that she's going to cheerleading, just in case she still sitting there in the hall and misses the call.
You know what this mommy was doing at 2:45pm? Fasting, praying, interceding . . . hoping she catches where to go, what to do. Hoping she doesn't get left sitting there. Hoping she doesn't think I'm coming to get her. By 3:30pm, I minimally calmed my own nerves realizing if something would have happened surely I would have been notified by this time.
Fast forward to this evening:
Of course, you know what happened . . . she heard them call cheerleaders and still wasn't sure what to do. So eventually a coach came and got her sitting alone there in the hall. And now she doesn't want to do cheerleading.
On top of that she got confused about her rest blanket?!?! I don't know, thought she was supposed to bring it home today!?!?! No, that's Friday. So the poor little thing had an emotional break-down this evening. All this was just too much for her!
I think I've got her all set straight now after much, much, much positive talk. But, man! Daddy said, isn't it always the little things that seem so big and overwhelming? True, they can set off your whole day. Which is why we're doing our best to encourage her to overcome these minuscule dilemmas. For when we arrived there to pick her up she looked like she couldn't have been happier, doing all those cool moves to that funky music!
I'm sure she'll be fine. Just part of growing up, as hard as it is. Releasing her, let her go and grow.
Charity, I hope you always know that when you hit these little bumps in your road of life, that you've got your biggest cheerleaders here at home rooting for you all way and better yet, Jesus watching over from above!!
One minute she wants to do it, the next minute she's stressed out beyond belief about where to go and what to do after school. I called the coach yesterday just to find out all the details: they'll call the cheerleaders and bring them to the Multi-purpose Room where first they'll let them change and then they'll practice. Coach said just make sure she pays attention. Oh dear! Charity!?!?! Pay attention?!?!
This morning she was still worrying about what exactly to do. We assured her, she'd be fine. I also put a note in her folder to her teacher, reminding her that she's going to cheerleading, just in case she still sitting there in the hall and misses the call.
You know what this mommy was doing at 2:45pm? Fasting, praying, interceding . . . hoping she catches where to go, what to do. Hoping she doesn't get left sitting there. Hoping she doesn't think I'm coming to get her. By 3:30pm, I minimally calmed my own nerves realizing if something would have happened surely I would have been notified by this time.
Fast forward to this evening:
Of course, you know what happened . . . she heard them call cheerleaders and still wasn't sure what to do. So eventually a coach came and got her sitting alone there in the hall. And now she doesn't want to do cheerleading.
On top of that she got confused about her rest blanket?!?! I don't know, thought she was supposed to bring it home today!?!?! No, that's Friday. So the poor little thing had an emotional break-down this evening. All this was just too much for her!
I think I've got her all set straight now after much, much, much positive talk. But, man! Daddy said, isn't it always the little things that seem so big and overwhelming? True, they can set off your whole day. Which is why we're doing our best to encourage her to overcome these minuscule dilemmas. For when we arrived there to pick her up she looked like she couldn't have been happier, doing all those cool moves to that funky music!
I'm sure she'll be fine. Just part of growing up, as hard as it is. Releasing her, let her go and grow.
Charity, I hope you always know that when you hit these little bumps in your road of life, that you've got your biggest cheerleaders here at home rooting for you all way and better yet, Jesus watching over from above!!
I Trust You'll Treat Her Well
Author: Victor Buono
Dear World: I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer. Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
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