So I have recently joined the Pinterest craze! I'm LOVING it and am bummed that it took so long for me to jump on the band wagon. Because of Pinterest I'm cooking more (okay, mostly baking), crafting more and I even found the best
chore system for my kids that they're actually excited about! What can I say, I'm hooked!
But I have to say that my very most favorite thing I have come across on Pinterest is this story. When I read it the first time I bawled my eyes out. And the second, third and fourth. I absolutely LOVE this.
I love it because I grew up with a mom who
really stressed the importance of loving, accepting and being kind to everyone. She was one who, at Parent/Teacher Conferences, was more concerned about how my siblings and I treated the other kids than how fast we could read or how well we did our times tables. Sure, those things were important,
really important, but playing with or eating lunch with an 'underdog' was more important. I am so grateful for a mom who instilled that certain kind of compassion in me.
I hope it resonates with you like it did me.
Dear [Chase],
Hey, baby.
Tomorrow is a big day.
Third Grade – wow.
Chase – When I was in third grade, there was a little boy in my class named Adam.
Adam looked a little different and he wore funny clothes and
sometimes he even smelled a little bit. Adam didn’t smile. He hung his
head low and he never looked at anyone at all. Adam never did his
homework. I don’t think his parents reminded him like yours do. The
other kids teased Adam a lot. Whenever they did, his head hung lower and
lower and lower. I never teased him, but I never told the other kids to
stop, either.
And I never talked to Adam, not once. I never invited him to sit next
to me at lunch, or to play with me at recess. Instead, he sat and
played by himself. He must have been very lonely.
I still think about Adam every day. I wonder if Adam remembers me? Probably not. I bet if I’d asked him to play, just
once, he’d still remember me.
I think that God puts people in our lives as gifts to us. The
children in your class this year, they are some of God’s gifts to you.
So please treat each one like a gift from God. Every single one.
Baby, if you see a child being left out, or hurt, or teased, a part
of your heart will hurt a little. Your daddy and I want you to trust
that heart- ache. Your whole life, we want you to notice and trust your
heart-ache. That heart ache is called
compassion, and it is God’s signal to you to
do something. It is God saying,
Chase! Wake up! One of my babies is hurting! Do something to help! Whenever
you feel compassion – be thrilled! It means God is speaking to you, and
that is magic. It means He trusts you and needs you.
Sometimes the magic of compassion will make you step into the middle of a bad situation right away.
Compassion might lead you to tell a teaser to
stop it and
then ask the teased kid to play. You might invite a left-out kid to sit
next to you at lunch. You might choose a kid for your team first who
usually gets chosen last. These things will be hard to do, but you can
do hard things.
Sometimes you will feel compassion but you won’t step in right away.
That’s okay, too. You might choose instead to tell your teacher and then
tell us. We are on your team – we are on your whole class’s team.
Asking for help for someone who is hurting is
not tattling, it is
doing the right thing. If someone in your class needs help, please tell me, baby. We will make a plan to help together.
When God speaks to you by making your heart hurt for another, by giving you compassion, just do
something. Please
do not ignore God whispering to you. I so wish I had not ignored God
when He spoke to me about Adam. I remember Him trying, I remember
feeling compassion, but I chose fear over compassion. I wish I hadn’t.
Adam could have used a friend and I could have, too.
Chase – We do not care if you are the smartest or fastest or coolest
or funniest. There will be lots of contests at school, and we don’t care
if you win a single one of them. We don’t care if you get straight As.
We don’t care if the girls think you’re cute or whether you’re picked
first or last for kickball at recess. We don’t care if you are your
teacher’s favorite or not. We don’t care if you have the best clothes or
most Pokemon cards or coolest gadgets. We just don’t care.
We don’t send you to school to become the best at anything at all. We
already love you as much as we possibly could. You do not have to earn
our love or pride and you can’t lose it. That’s done.
We send you to school to practice being brave and kind.
Kind people are brave people.
Brave is not a feeling that
you should wait for. It is a decision. It is a decision that compassion
is more important than fear, than fitting in, than following the crowd.
Trust me, baby, it is. It
is more important.
Don’t try to be the best this year, honey.
Just be grateful and kind and brave. That’s all you ever need to be.
Take care of those classmates of yours, and your teacher, too. You
Belong to Each Other. You are one lucky boy . . . with all of these new gifts to unwrap this year.
I love you so much that my heart might explode.
Enjoy and cherish your gifts.
And thank you for being my favorite gift of all time.
Love,
Mama
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