I was looking through my baby book a few months ago and found one of my report cards from early elementary school. Most of my grades were good enough, but I was surprised to see an especially low grade in writing. I looked to the teacher’s notes for an explanation and read something like this:
“Glennon is struggling in writer’s workshop. She is going to need to really apply herself to catch up with the other students.”
I know Bubba and Tisha well enough to be certain that they were very concerned about this writing problem, concerned about what it meant, concerned about me.
At the risk of tarnishing my reputation for humility (of which I am so very proud) . . . I think I eventually learned how to throw together a sentence.
So let’s just breathe and hold them tight this weekend and celebrate whoever it is they are, instead of worrying ourselves with who they’re not. Once we’ve practiced on them, maybe we can try it with ourselves and our spouses and our parents and our friends, too. Because He’s not finished with them, or us, yet.
Before I sign off for the weekend, I just wanted to say that I love this place. I love that we have a safe place to check in each day and laugh and cry and be honest and be gentle and know that others will be gentle with us. It’s just a dream come true for me. Thank you for coming to my love party each day.
Now…Happy Weekend To All. I command each of you to take a bubble bath tonight.
P.S. If you have comments about this topic, please continue adding them to the post below. I’d like to have them all in one place, so we have a convenient place for worried mamas to rest and learn that they’re not alone.