Holden's sister, Phoebe, is in elementary school, and this kid, Curtis Weintraub, is making a nuisance of himself. Phoebe thinks Curtis hates her. Holden tells her that Curtis "probably likes you." Phoebe doesn't care for that idea too much.
When my daughter was in kindergarten, she didn't have Curtis Weintraub troubles. She didn't get pushed or shoved on the playground. She was friends with everybody. She still is, and she's a seventh grader now.
In his first month of kindergarten, my son has gotten into more trouble than my daughter got into during her entire elementary school career. This week, I'm trying something new. Instead of worrying all day, expecting a phone call from the principal any minute, I'm saying a little prayer (something like "Please watch over him, God"), and then I'm letting him go. It's difficult, and I've failed a few times. But God gave me a present this afternoon.
When I asked my son how school was today, he looked at me and smiled. "I got blue today," he said.
Behavior is measured by colors in his class. The bad scale goes from yellow (I was a little bad) to orange (I nearly caused bodily harm to someone) to red (the teacher had to call in the S.W.A.T. team). The good scale goes from green (I didn't eat the glue stick) to blue (I didn't eat my neighbor's glue stick) to pink (I let my neighbor use my glue stick) to purple (I used my glue stick to create a Popsicle-stick model of the Vatican).
My son didn't eat his neighbor's glue stick. And that's better than he's done since the beginning of the school year. God watched over him today, and I want to thank Him.
Thanks for having my son's back today. You know he's been struggling for a while. But today, he got blue. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I know You've always had my son's back. You just reminded me of that fact today. So, thanks for the little lesson in faith and trust, as well. I think I needed Your help as much as my son did.
God, You rock.
Your loving child,
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