I spent some more time today thinking about Mrs. Clark and her welcome letter. I didn't think nice thoughts. And tonight, when I had finally let it all go (I really did) the phone rang. The caller ID said, "CLARK R" and my heart sunk. Clark. Mrs. Clark. The letter. She knows I was upset over the letter.
And then, by the grace of God (as only He can do), I spoke to Mrs. Clark for 20 minutes and all my fears and worries were gone. She was lovely. She said all the "right" things (in my very critical teacher mind; ack) and was genuine and interested in Lilly. She was calling to get to know Lilly better and to discuss with me any concerns that I may have. I was gushing with relief and happiness but then overcome with guilt. Guilt that I judged her so quickly, guilt that I marked up her letter with red photoshop paint, guilt, guilt, guilt... And her phone call is not enough to say she's the next Teacher of the Year but it was plenty to put my mind at ease and leave me excited to meet her and send Lilly to her first year of school.
And then, by the grace of God (as only He can do), I spoke to Mrs. Clark for 20 minutes and all my fears and worries were gone. She was lovely. She said all the "right" things (in my very critical teacher mind; ack) and was genuine and interested in Lilly. She was calling to get to know Lilly better and to discuss with me any concerns that I may have. I was gushing with relief and happiness but then overcome with guilt. Guilt that I judged her so quickly, guilt that I marked up her letter with red photoshop paint, guilt, guilt, guilt... And her phone call is not enough to say she's the next Teacher of the Year but it was plenty to put my mind at ease and leave me excited to meet her and send Lilly to her first year of school.
I am well aware that God orchestrated that phone call. Even though I'm sure she calls all of her new students every year I know that the call came at the perfect time for me.
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