I M Perfect lady

Summer School has begun, classes I am taking and who are my teachers!

It seems that the first course is "Stuff attached to people."

The challege is to be patient and loving while finding places for all this stuff!  The college dorms are emptied and sitting in our truck trying to merge back in. Students are emptied of assignments also trying to merge back into our rules, our home, our world, while maintaining their independence! 

Time also seems to be a class.  Whose time is it, does it matter and to whom?

No wonder each summer I feel somewhat anxious, it is my lesson, my learning, my grade!  Will I pass or fail? 

The teachers will know, they get to judge, will they get what they required?  They get to decide if I am a loving mom, not me?  If our home is welcoming, not me? 

In a way it frees me to just be me, knowing that even though they get to see if I pass or fail, I ultimately decide.

I decide how I will be as they come home.  I decide to see stuff or them. I decide if they feel welcome or rejected.  I am the student  who is willing to learn, to do my best, to pass or die trying.

My lesson this summer, keep love at all costs.  Keep a Home, not a House. See a child not their stuff, see their lives instead of their lives through my eyes.

Lots to see and learn, many many places for me to get this right, again.

The bell has rung, it is time to get to class, happy that I heard the warning bell!