The other day Miss Neenee posed this question:
“Mama, how long have you been out of school?”
I did my best mental math guess & said quickly,
“Wow,” she said. And then our morning carried on with other scurrying around, trying to get ready, so that I could get her to school on time so that she wouldn’t thus again, be the only 5th grader to ever have detention in the history of 5th grade detention for being late. (Which is at the top of my list in my book of
“Things In Life That Are CLEARLY Ridiculous.”
Giving elementary school students detention for something they OBVIOUSLY have no control over is down right awful. What kind of people do that stuff to little kids? At no time has an elementary student, who does not live within walking distance to a school, EVER been able to get themselves to school. In my neck of the woods, someone either gets them ready & puts them on a bus or drives them in a vehicle.
SPOILER ALERT to ALL PRINCIPALS, ASSISTANT PRINCIPALS & ANYONE WHO HAS AUTHORITY TO MAKE RULES & HAS HATE FOR LATE PEOPLE:
Kids cannot drive themselves to school.
Thus having to be at the mercy of people who can drive & will drive them to school. Who may perhaps have a time management issue or a morning disability. Believe me people when I say mornings are hard. They just are & I declare that there is a real disease or virus or something that hits some people every morning. The symptoms of this non-fatal sickness is irritability, being disoriented, the ability to not be able to control how many times you hit snooze, & lateness. If you haven’t ever heard of it, well, now you have. You are welcome. It’s not really catching. However, for those of us that suffer from it, getting out of bed may be the worst thing that has happened to us all day. For me, this is not something new. I have been this way my entire life. Even though I know & hope I will be able to wake up daily. Still. Hard. Stuff. Don’t judge me. Just know this is the world I live in.)
Ahem! You can’t see me, but I am now stepping down off of my soap box.
To the story at hand: After I got to work, I got to thinking about it. Wait a minute. There’s no way I could be out of school for 25 years. I thought about it again. I’ve only been out of school 15 years.
Oh my WORD. (Which is evidently something I say too much because my grandson has started saying it, to my daughter’s dismay.)
I have given incorrect information to my sweet daughter, who unbeknownst will work this into every conversation she has, because 25 years is like 100 years to an 11 year old. How could I have been THAT wrong?
So, for the best part of my day, I could not get it off my mind how my wrong date of high school graduation was being put out there for everybody to know. I mean seriously. I would have to correct this as soon as I could. I thought about having a fake emergency so that I could ask the school secretary to get Miss Neenee out of class, to call me before too much damage was done. But I didn’t.
I could just recap my accurateness of my tenure out of high school. So, 2015 minus 1990 equals…
Well, you know the rest. It was a pretty big shock to me, too. Not that I haven’t attended my 20th year class reunion, well a few years ago. That never crossed my mind AT ALL. So, it ends up, I was not wrong at all. I am old & most days can pretty much vouch for feeling it, as well.
Is forgetfulness a bad thing? Not really. As I get older, I tend to forget how much I am wronged. I forget how to be angry all the time. I forget to let things weigh on my mind. I forget to be judgmental. (Thank you Lord, for letting me get past that one.)
The Hebrew writer said Jesus is good at forgetting, too.
Hebrews 8:12 For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their lawless deeds I will remember no more.” (NKJV)
The psalmist said in
Psalms 103: 12 As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us. (NKJV)
Thank goodness the Lord is a good forgetter. That works out real well for me.
I hope you are having a wonderful week. It has been COLD here in northeast Mississippi. Pretty sure somebody left the freezer door open outside last night. It was a blustery 12 degrees at my house this morning. No Southerner is really prepared for that. Bring on spring is all I can say. Until then, I have to be going because I should be washing clothes.