She didn’t return in December. Or in January. Or March. Or May. Even though there were regular announcements about her return dates, she never returned again.
For a kid who found transition difficult, this brought some anxiety. There were different substitute teachers each week. And with each substitute teacher came a different set of expectations.
SBC strategically got into trouble a lot because at least he knew what would happen. Acting out = Time Out On The Red Bench and the consistency of that consequence brought comfort.
The summer after Fourth Grade, SBC and I ran into his teacher out running errands and she shared updates about her health and all was well. After a brief chat, I asked SBC if there was anything he wished to say to her before we moved on, thinking he would say, “Have a good summer!” or “It was good to see you.” (HH and I had tried to teach our kids basic niceties.)
SBC put his 9 year old hand on the shoulder of the person who’d been his Fourth Grade Teacher for about five weeks and said this:
“May the LORD bless you and keep you. May the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the LORD lift the light of his countenance upon you and grant you peace.”
(We had also taught our children The Aaronic Blessing.)
My point is that SBC is amazing.
And here’s the kicker: next week he begins a new job working with Fourth Graders in Brooklyn. It occurs to me that God is redeeming Fourth Grade for our SBC. He has the chance to give other children the Fourth Grade he never had.
Another reason I believe in God.