If you live in the South,
chances are that school is winding down
for the year.
Can I get an “Amen!”
and “Thank You, Lord!”
from the choir?
Tomorrow begins final exams here,
and, in addition to giving tests in my class,
I’ve helped DD#1 study for the big ones (math and science).
I now know more than I wanted about DNA, polypeptides, and ribosomes.
May rivals the holiday season for busyness
in the lives of teachers and students,
with concerts, award-ceremonies, and graduations
filling every day of the calendar.
In the last two weeks,
I’ve driven 800 miles
back and forth to events.
8-stinkin’ hundred miles.
While I’m fighting exhaustion,
and a never-ending allergy season,
I’m still grateful for all this school year has represented.
Sometimes, God gives us a do-over,
and this was mine.
Maybe it’s being the parent of a teen,
or being older,
or just grace,
but I liked this bunch of 7th graders--
despite their grammatical gaffs.
(Now I want them to go away
before they morph into snarky 8th graders.)
On the home front,
I’ve watched one of my own lovelies
learn some difficult lessons
and emerge the better for them,
with courage and purpose she doesn’t recognize.
(I’m still believing God.)
Packing away my red pen for the year,