Parenthood is not easy. Some days I feel like a failure. Some days seem like proof that I should NOT be the adult in charge. Some days my kids cry, and I comfort them. Other days I cry, and they comfort me. Some days we have nice homemade lunches, other days they are lucky to find a granola bar to grab so they don't starve. Some days they are well dressed, clean and neat, and other times they go to school in the clothes they slept in. Some days we sit together at the kitchen counter and do homework, other times homework is neglected and we barely see each other all week. Some days I cheer for their accomplishments, other times I feel like their misses are really my misses.
Back-to-school time brings so many mixed emotions. I get nervous for them, excited for them, but always -- I pray for them -- because during the school year, the world gets my children for more hours than I do.
I ask all of you in this big wide world, please be gentle and kind with my little humans. Whether they are the "quiet one", the "talkative one", the "loud one", the "class clown", the "smartalic", the "good friend", the "rambunctious one", the "sad one" or the "outgoing one", the "smart one", the "shy kid", the "straight-A student", the "brown nose", the "back talker" or the "pleasant one", please remember they may be any or all of these things -- but they are also MORE. The interactions they have with the adults in their lives can guide, inspire, motivate, encourage and bless them -- or scar them.
So let's make a pact to LIFT the children in our world, so each child has a cheerleader, a friend, a mentor, an advocate and a teacher who cares. Here's to the new school year -- and to the little ones who are in our hearts even when they are not in our homes. Love my kiddos.
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