As I was packing up Chaya's school supplies tonight to make sure I had everything, for a moment I flashed back to a time in my early schooling. I can see the classroom, the wooden desks, the small blonde girl sitting at her desk. I see that she was overcome with grief, mostly from the loss of a good friend at such a young age. I also saw the "Mr Happy" character adorning that desk. It was a token that my mom gave me to keep me at school during that really hard time of learning that death comes early and harshly. I learned that lesson very early on in my life, I still am learning to deal with the pain it causes.
Chaya is dealing with the anxiety of going to school the whole day. I remembered how much that token on my desk helped me remember that someone loved them and that I could get through the day and come home to my safe haven. I wanted Chaya to have something she could remember me by in case she was stressed or missing home. I placed a small metal token with the word "HOPE" on it to slip into her school box. I told her if she missed me to look at that and remember that I was thinking about her. I reminded her that if you are sad or things are hard, remember that knowing that hope exists will help so much. She proudly placed it into her pink school box and although I hope she looks at it occasionally, I know that she will do just fine...she's going to love this next year in school. I love being a mom and learning all the lessons of hope it presents.
Summer
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