The night before the first day of school, Ellie was setting her clothes to
wear. Long denim shorts in black, a shirt with butterflies on it and a jacket,
in case any of the classrooms are cold. It brought to mind MY first day of 6th
grade. I was finally going to be in the oldest grade in the school and it was
the school I had attended for the longest amount of time since I started
school. I had been there since half way through 4th grade. I had friends, I
knew the teachers and I was excited. So excited, I wanted to wear pantyhose
with my dress on the first day of school. I think maybe I had worn pantyhose to
church already, but I can't remember for sure. Anyway, I felt the need to get
permission to wear the pantyhose-and not just put them on in the morning. But I
was really scared about asking. I'm just now remembering that my best friend,
who was starting 5th grade, already knew she was going to wear pantyhose that
day and wanted me to do the same. You know, it was going to help us look more
"tan." So, I asked my sister to ask my Mom for me. I did not want to hear "no"
for an answer myself, nor did I want to hear any laughing or be made fun of. (
You can see here where Ellie gets some of her anxiety issues!) I knew both of
those things were a good possibility from my Mom. Well, having my sister ask her
didn't work. So, I nervously went upstairs to the kitchen and helped her empty
the dishwasher and asked her then. She was kind about it and said, " Yes. But
why couldn't you just ask me yourself?" I admitted I was scared of what she
would say. I can't even remember which dress I wore that day. And by the way,
Ellie thought it was crazy that I wanted to wear a dress on the first day of
school in the 6th grade! She said she could see Kindergarten girls wanting to
do that, but not older kids!
As for Gracie. When we were in NC and they attended a private Christian
school-they had to wear khaki shorts or pants everyday-or a skirt. Well, Gracie
has been handed down some of her sister's khaki clothing items and I guess she
feels comfortable in them because that's what she wanted to wear yesterday-khaki
shorts-with a new pink shirt.
As far as how the day went-we ALL survived. Gracie likes her teachers and
had someone to play with at recess. Ellie was frustrated that all the teachers
kept giving her things to bring home and she has no backpack or locker this
year-not allowed. She likes her teachers too, and was also excited that her
math teacher, a man, is a Christian and he asked for prayer requests in class. She is also thrilled that April is in every class with her. What a blessing that is.
After last week's meeting, everyone was prepared for Ellie and how to handle
communicating with her-except for some women handing out the gym uniforms. It
was the worst part of Ellie's day-and her friend April's day, too. April tried
to help out and speak for Ellie, and these women, I have no idea who they were,
would have nothing to do with it. One of them got very angry at Ellie
and another woman got angry at her for getting angry at Ellie. I wish the P.E.
Coach would have been nearby when all this was going on, but it's over now and
hopefully Ellie won't have to deal with those women again. There are so many new things going on this year-not to mention all the changes in her physically and emotionally. Her anxiety and selective mutism were really on her mind last night and she told me she was thinking about it, but didn't want to talk about it. I told her to pray and reminded her of a couple of comforting Bible Verses. Phil 4:6 and Phil 4:13. She seemed to feel better this morning and was ready to go. I thought about them all day yesterday, and probably worried some too. By dinner time, I was exhausted. It felt good to lay my head on the pillow last night. I fell asleep quickly between 9:30 and 10:00 and woke up suddenly when our key hanger fell of the wall in the kitchen. If that has to happen, why does it have to happen at night? It happened about 12:15 and I eventually went back to sleep. Time to meet today's challenges. There is a lot to be thankful for. Here are two of my biggest blessings: