Last year the stories of my preschool class often revolved around one particular boy – I called him my Pirate – because he and I were often on a gang plank together, holding safe space for each other in that precipice between the ship, (our classroom) and a vast ocean, (the world out there.)
This year, my pirate’s little brother is in my class. In fact, I have a lot of little brothers in my class and the Wendy in me is realizing this ship is occupied by Lost Boys this year; boys who need a captain, a Peter or a Wendy, but mostly, a mom. One thing they don’t need is Never Never Land.
Of course I sometimes wish there was a Crocodile loose on this ship, might help me tame the natives. It is enough to have his ticking clock constantly at my side. I have about 500 hours to be with these Boys and help them learn to stay in their prams. Going for a walk in a pram is way better than getting lost and finding yourself in a place with no future.
there are days in the time since my children became adults that I have been glad they are out of my house and safely occupied somewhere I presume and I need not worry about them
there are days in the time since my children have become adults that I don’t hear from them for days and though they are surely safely somewhere, I worry
Dear Parents of FCCB youth attending confirmation class,
You all have such amazing children. I am so grateful to be sharing these few precious hours with them, listening to them, watching them with each other, laughing at some of the silly things they say and being touched to the core by the depth of their personal reflection.
Being with them has me remembering my own kids and wishing I could go back in time again to these awkward middle school years and just be with them again as a fully present parent.
I thank you for letting me experience this time with your kids instead and I want you to know I think you are amazing parents too.