Emma started kindergarten this week. The first day, she did well with it at first, but as soon as the teacher asked that the parents please make their way out the door, she started clinging onto me and crying, not wanting me or my mom to leave. I get it. Even though she has been going to this school since she was 3 years old (and is now almost 6) she was in a new classroom, new teacher, new classmates. So it made sense to me that she would display resistance. But I was dismayed at what to do. She had me squatting on the ground and was literally wound around me. I couldn’t move. lol So I just sat there and kept trying to tell her to let me go, that I’d be back in a couple hours. But she wouldn’t let me go.
Then Lillian came up. She was another girl in the class. Someone we had never met before. Emma’s age. But she came up with boldness and compassion, and said to my daughter,
“Emma, your mom will come back for you at 3:30. Don’t worry. You can come sit by me if you want.” I literally cried in my heart, “Thank you Jesus” because her words, meant to reassure my 5 and a half year old reached my heart, too.
See, since Emma was born premature, she has delays and such that make her different from the other “normal” kids. So ever since her preschool teacher and the whole IEP team met with me late last school year, and told me they wanted to mainstream her, I’ve been worried sick about her being bullied or made fun of for her speech delays and just overall weird “Emma” behavior. But here was this girl, reaching out to her, someone she had never even met. I was beyond moved. I thanked her, the teacher took Emma by the hand and reassured her as well, and they walked away from me, and into the classroom…the door shut and I had to let her go. And I thought about it later, and realized that God has been trying to tell me all along…When you aren’t with her, I will be with her. I will take care of her, and I will send others along the way to help her and take care of her, too. But no one, not even myself, her mother, loves my Emma the way God does. So yet again, I learn to trust in Him. Fully. Wholly. Completely.
And trusting Him with my most precious possession, my daughter, has been one of the hardest, but also one of the best, experiences of my life. And it just keeps going…
Oh and the second day, when my mom dropped Emma off at school, she was clinging to my mom and wanting to give her a thousand hugs… to stall her leaving… this girl, Lillian came up to her again and asked her if she would come do a puzzle with her! 🙂 This girl’s heart is just amazing to me. That she would go out of her way to be kind to my daughter and try and comfort her and befriend her, moves me in a way I can hardly explain. It gives me hope for humanity really. 🙂 There are still good people out there. and good people in the making.