It has been an incredibly eventful week here on the home front, and now i’m finally taking a moment to look back and absorb it all. It was kind of a traumatic process to go through, but I believe in the silver lining, and in this case, there definitely is one.
My daughter started at a new school last year, and it was an excellent move for her. The easiest thing in the world would have been to transfer our son to the same school, so of course we explored the prospect. Having them at the same school would mean same schedules, less schlepping, etc. The only thing was, however, was that my son was having an excellent experience at his own school. He made great friends and had wonderful teachers. I subscribe to the ideology that if it’s not broken, don’t fix it. It was a tough decision, but we were all set to return him to the school he had become so familiar with for the last three years.
And then, it’s as if a higher force took over. In Hebrew, there is a word – Besheret. You could use this word to describe your soul mate, but really, in its essence, it could be thought of as the word that is all encompassing of “meant to be.”
As I was driving to my son’s school’s “meet your teacher” open house, this happened….
….a little spark of smoke on the mountain. Looking back on it, perhaps it was a message of “fire up ahead.”
We walked into my son’s new classroom at his beloved school, and the shock began to settle in. All of his friends from the last three years plus his friends from his after school program were in one classroom together. He was placed in a classroom completely alone not knowing anyone. His face fell when the realization hit. When he looked up at me with sad puppy dog eyes, I knew at that moment I needed to do something. “Mommy, I don’t want to go to this school,” he said in tears. I had another choice, so i said, “Okay. I just need to make a phone call.”
We left – all of the purchased school supplies still in their tote bag and stored safely back into our trunk. The fire burned stronger.
At 3:30 pm, the afternoon before school was starting, we enrolled our son into a new school. We decided that if he was being required to start all over again with the school that was supposed to be a comforting and familiar place for him, then why not have him start over at a new place all together. Seriously, what are the chances that in a place he had been involved with for so long that he’d be confronted with a situation of feeling so isolated? On to a very new beginning as the fire raged on….
Morning came, and the inferno outside my front door was mostly gone as a result of a small early morning rain. Everything was washed anew, and a new beginning was ahead. Here is my happy boy with a grin so bright that it lit up the sky in a much better way than a threatening fire could.
So you might all be asking why this blog is called “September?” It’s August, and though this song may seem to have no meaning for the moment, it is a wonderful and happy ending to this crazy story.
With only two days of school behind him, my son has been talking about this song he learned in music class called “September.” Finally, this morning he wanted to share it with me. He typed it into Youtube, and Earth, Wind & Fire jumped to life. Ahhh -the music teacher is way cool and has good musical taste. Suddenly, it occurred to me, Earth, wind and fire were finally all aligned in our world, and sometimes things really are besheret.