God must be teasing me.
After careful consideration, my husband and myself have decided to try public middle school for our middle son after six years of homeschooling. Homeschooling with a son who has huge mother issues has been challenging to say the least for the teacher (me)at home. Yesterday, the vice principal of the middle school met with me, and I liked her relational attitude. I was quite direct when I gave her the attachment issues spiel, and she knew what I was talking about from experience. And I don't think it was a positive experience for the previous family or the school. The vice principal requested we bring Tater in today to meet him and get a feel for us as a family.
Here's where God began His Joke. Remember, Buck, Tater and I were sitting quietly waiting for our one o'clock appointment for about three seconds when...
The secretary leaned over the counter to a very red faced angry middle schooler and asked, "Why ya in here, son?"
"I ran away from my teacher" he announced proudly.
"Why'd you do a thing like that?" the secretary proceeded.
"Because I HATE HER. She is mean and STUPID, and I don't have to stay with her if I don't want to," he sputtered.
In flew an adult male with his arms spread wide between two bigger boys. He firmly spoke pointing opposite directions, "You go to the vice principal. You go to the guidance counselor." A security officer came in and told the boy directed to the vice principal to sit down. The older sat right next to the runaway kid and started chatting, "This time I think I'll go to jail. They told me it's about time to arrest me for all that I done. I've seen that jail. There are six cells total in juvie. Them cells are no bigger than..." Tater's eyes grew wider with every word.
Buck leaned over to me and whispered, "I don't think they are talking about biology, do you?" I couldn't hold it in- my man knows how to make me laugh. And God sure put every inhibition I have about public schools on display.
I needed to go pick up Pooh Bear, while Tater and Buck toured the school. Buck explained to me afterwards that kids waved and called out, "TATER!" in every. single. classroom. Kids we know from soccer, basketball, swimming, church, round town. All very positive and sweet influences for this charismatic boy with a broken self-protected heart.
God could have sent a scroll that read to Tater, "I call heaven and earth to witness against you this day, that I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse: therefore choose life, that thou mayest live, thou and thy seed." It was all right before our eyes. I pray earnestly, "Oh, God. Let that boy choose life."
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