I wanted to write something lighthearted. You know, appropriate for a YEEHAW IT’S FRIDAY!
I’m just still feeling more than a little sucker-punched.
If you’ve been around for awhile, you’ll know that Itty Bit was a miracle after long years of infertility.
Add a deaf mother to the mix, and you have a recipe for a helicopter parent. Kinda. Sometimes.
Mr. Daddy will tell you it has not been an easy road in living with a spouse whose motto is,
“If I wouldn’t leave my car keys with them, I won’t leave my child”.
This was repeated each time we considered a babysitter, walked past the kiddie playland at Krogers, looked at schools.
Seriously, who could have measured up to grandmas like these?
So decisions about school earned extra soul-searching.
I’m not sure if Mr. Daddy actually agreed with me or simply wanted relief from his worried wife, but we enrolled Itty Bit in an out-of-district school staffed with people I’d known for 20+ years.
People I’d leave my car keys with.
I knew I felt better about where he was… but I still suffered mommy guilt for the extra hours on the road, the early morning dropoffs so I could pick him up right after school, and those days when the poor kid fell asleep in the cafeteria… ouch.
And today… came a sense of horror and relief in the same moment.
In our small community… a teacher from the local elementary school – arrested on charges of child p%rn.
Suddenly the wonky work schedules, outrageous gas budget, the extra time and money… seemed so small and worthwhile because I knew he was as safe as I could make him – surrounded by people who love God and truly live what they teach.
My heart breaks for the children from the other school who may have been hurt or exposed to this evil. For the parents who are being instructed to contact police if their child has had contact with this teacher. For the families who thought they were sending their child to a place of safety, and are confronted with a horrible reality.
I wasn’t going anywhere with this post. Except to ask for prayers for these children and families. All of these terrible things can be so paralyzing. I want our home to be a sanctuary. And to remember that