The school year began with some trepidation, bad blood last year caused many of the teachers at my boys’ school to ask for transfers out of our elementary school.  Parents chose to transfer their kids, because of  poor decisions  made by the administration regarding their stance on discipline, bullying and other policies that left good kids feeling unsafe and unwanted.  Kevin and I chose to keep the boys at the school, and I chose to step up and take over PTA, to keep my ears to the walls and my face visible to those who mattered.  By the beginning of the second semester I was shocked, dismayed, and ready to grab my boys and RUN. The school was imploding from the inside out.

Currently, most of my mom friends are up in arms about Common Core, and its affects or is it effects (I can never remember) on our  kids and how we can opt them out of  state testing, it is blowing up the news feed on my Facebook page.

My worry isn’t about a test, it’s how am I going to keep my kids safe at a school where the administration  is more worried about bullying its staff;  segregating them into groups of popular, unpopular and the dreaded untouchable; those who’ve made a wave and became bastards among the popular crowd and are then  shunned by the unpopular’s because they’re afraid of turning into an untouchable.  I knew that the school had become a caste system when my second-grader came home and asked me, “Mom why do I see teachers crying in the halls almost every day?”

Not to mention the child bullies,  who roam the halls, classrooms and the  playgrounds unchecked.  These  children are left to their pre-pubescent devices with little positive guidance and accountability they’ve figured out how to separate the weak from the herd and take them down swiftly.   When parents like me call concerns about our kids, who are hurting (both physically and emotionally) we’re told,  “Because their home life is rough, we give them a break at school.”

Administration, take heed,

Life doesn’t give you breaks.  Life plays hard and rough.  Life demands accountability. Consequences happen, both good and bad.  Demand of these kids.  Make them rise to the highest of standards. They are worth it. They deserve it.  Giving them a break implies that they’re not strong enough or worth enough to make a difference with their lives. Teach them differently.  Show them their potential.  Advocate for them, DO NOT be their crutch. 

At the beginning of January, I walked into a bible study not knowing what to expect, that first night the leader  asked us to write the biggest prayer of our heart on a 3×5 card and put  it into the center of the table.  My prayer, a change in administration for my boys’ school.  prayer-printable

Then things got worse.  Cooper started to become one of the targets for some of those bullies and they tormented  and eventually physically hurt him while they were at lunch recess.

I took back my prayer.

On a Thursday I started looking for another school for my boys;  the girl who did incredibly inappropriate things to Cooper last year was placed back into his class. The day she came back into his class  he came home throwing up and shaking.  While I was looking for another school, I was on the phone with the principal…

I took back my prayer.

The following Monday I went to bible study again. The video started, I took out my outline– the passage we were studying was this:

 One day Jesus said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side of the lake.” So they got into a boat and set out.  As they sailed, he fell asleep. A squall came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!”He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm.Where is your faith?” he asked his disciples.In fear and amazement they asked one another, “Who is this? He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey him.” Luke 8:22-25

The blank on the outline looked like this:
We are accompanied by the One who has dominion over all things (v.24).  

Did I believe that he had dominion over the situations that were happening within the walls of my boys’ school?  At that moment, no.  I was gut-checked.  In the margin of my page I wrote:  Lord, Take dominion over the boys’ school, their principal and our home.  Release my need to fix and control.  Handle it as only YOU can. Amen.

Finally, I was at a point where I was willing to let God have my kids, their school and the disasters that were happening within the walls.  I gave him back my prayers, with absolute sincerity and desperation.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday, the boys came home with a note from the principal….”taking a leave of absence…extended amount of time….interim principal is a former principal of this elementary school….”

Dominion–My God is mighty indeed.

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