All In The Family... And What I Think About It...
|Isaac's first day|
of kindergarten, 1994
When I was just out of college and teaching school, I had a boy in my classroom whose mother was a teacher in the same school. One day his mother remarked to me that no one should be allowed to teach school until they had children of their own.
Looking back, I think I must have hurt her son's feelings and she was angry. If she had told me what was wrong, perhaps I could have done something about it.
Her statement has stuck with me through the years, and I've often thought of it. I have come to understand what she meant. She meant that since becoming a mother, she understood better what tender hearts children have. She meant that children are not always as tough as they look and as teachers think they are.
Isaac is looking forward to the first day of his senior year with the usual mix of anticipation and anxiety. He is hoping that some things will go better this year and that nothing will be worse. He is looking forward to seeing his friends regularly, and he's hoping his classes won't be hard but he knows they probably will be. He doesn't want to feel stupid and he doesn't want anyone to try to humiliate him. He hopes his clothes are OK. He's both glad and sad that this is his last year of high school, and he wonders what he's going to do with the rest of his life.
I know all this and much more about my son, but it's not within my power to make this year easy for him. Isaac is a young man now, not a little boy. He is learning to be tough and to make his own way. I can't coddle him, but I'll try to encourage him. Hopefully his teachers will do the same. His wings have to grow strong so one of these days he can fly away from the nest. I don't want him to go, but life moves on and I can't stand in his way.