To the mother in the kid’s drop-off at school today. I saw it.
The snapping.
The desperation.
The embarrassment.
You had had it.
You were at your wit’s end. As I kissed my (at times very challenging) son and held my 8-month-old daughter I heard it. Related to it. My empathy bone shook my whole body for you, your son, and the whole situation. Your son was doing anything and everything to evade school.
Arguing.
Testing.
Ignoring.
Then pledging.
It is early. Too early to be honest. I could only imagine the string of events before you landed here. The last straw was close. I could hear it. I tried to offer help but you were so consumed by the situation. I quickly tried to unbuckle my daughter to be a helping hand.
To give you a chance to come up for air.
When I found my loud voice, after working through my insecurities, you picked your son up and practically threw him in the car.
SNAP!
I know you are driving home feeling the weight of your actions. Your anger. All I can think about is you this morning.
You. Your son. Your family. The struggles.
I am praying for you.
Tears are welling up in my eyes for you. It takes a village. I am sorry I could not be yours today. Please give yourself grace. Parenting is hard and perfect days do not exist. I hope today brings joy your way. I vow from this day forward to help. I pray you don’t ever have to feel that way again but who are we kidding parenting is hard.
Next time I promise to show up.
Be there.
Be your village.