On Wednesday, I got a phone call at about 10:00 in the morning from my friend down the street. She had just been down to the elementary school to pick up her girls' teacher assignments and wanted to know if we had gone yet. We hadn't, because it wasn't something that was eagerly awaited in my household. At least, not by Bria.
She was so worried about who she might get for a teacher and who may or may not be in her class that she had been having many a crying session over it this summer. The closer the first day of school loomed, the more anxious and worried she became. It's tough as a mother to watch your child worry so much over something that you can't do much about. She has to go to school, and I can't control who is in her class or even which teacher she is assigned to.
After I hung up the phone, I told Bria that we would be heading down to the school after lunch to find out teacher assignments. She turned a little white at the news. Then I mentioned which teacher Ann had been assigned to, and she worried even more, because that was the teacher she was sure she didn't want (because she has a reputation for giving lots of homework and for putting on a class musical which is way worse than lots of homework). I also know that she was really, really hoping to be in Ann's class. Ann is her best friend, and Bria needs to have a good friend in class with her.
Last year, the first day of school was not easy for Bria. She tried to be stoic about it, but I know it was one of the most difficult days of her life. Walking into a new classroom, in a new school, in a new city, in a new state isn't easy for any kid just starting the 4th grade, but for Bria, who already has a hard time coping with change and who is on the introverted side, it was pure torture. When I heard how her day had gone, I cried for her.
Luckily, I had just met the lady down the street. It turned out she had three daughters--the oldest and the youngest are the same age as my oldest and youngest, and the middle two are a year apart. They have all become the best of friends and I KNOW that they were an answer to my prayers for my children. And for myself. I feel pretty strongly that they are one of the reasons we needed to buy our house.
Ann has really taken Bria under her wing. She seems to inherently sense Bria's unique set of fears, and she really helps her. She brought her right into a cute group of friends and inspired her to join Girl Scouts and the school choir. And the two of them get along really well, to boot.
So, on our way down to the school on Wednesday, Bria began to say that maybe she wouldn't mind having Ann's teacher, after all. I knew she was weighing her options and had decided it would be much better to have a hard teacher with her best friend in the class than it would to have any other teacher without her. When we got to the school and I received the teacher assignment, I handed it to Bria to open with a prayer in my heart that she would feel good about whatever it said.
I think we both held our breath until we saw that Bria and Ann are in the same class. And then we both sighed with great relief.
And, if I'm not mistaken, I think Bria is actually a little excited for school to start now. We haven't had a single crying episode or conversation about why she doesn't want to go to 5th grade since the day she found out she will be in her best friend's class.
And that does this mother's heart good.