After dropping the girls off at school this morning, I started walking out the door when I heard, "Mrs. Clark...." And I thought to myself, "Oh, crap, now what?"
Georgia has had the worst week in school ever. Some of her time was spent in the principals office. I was on the phone several times with the principal herself as well as Ms. Hamilton in resource. I've had to coax her into going to school each morning. To say she has the end of the school year blues is an understatement. What was next?
I turn and it's Ms. Leinart, one of the third grade teachers. "I just want to tell you that I'm going to be keeping Emma over the summer. She is just the sweetest child."
Relief flooded me. She had no idea what that meant to me. It reminded me that I do have a lot to be thankful for. And maybe I am doing something right.