I answered the phone one Friday in May, just six days before school was out, and heard my tenth grade son’s history teacher say,
“Mrs. Rothschild.” (It’s never a good sign when a phone call begins with Mrs.) “Your son, Clayton, has a 69 in my class. He’s so bright and I know he can do better… I thought you could encourage him.”
Oh, yes. I was ready to “encourage” him!
I was upset, panicked, and feeling guilty that I hadn’t been more alert. I was a mixed up mess of emotions.
“I thought I had the parenting formula down.”
That was what my friend said as she described her kids’ behavior and attitudes.
For years, all their little bright faces, great attitudes, and constant successes were what she had always hoped for and then… what happened?
Over the years, lots of stories have been written about my journey into blindness. After a particular magazine interview, I dialed the phone. “Mom, I just finished an interview and I really think the writer is going to do a good job. I think you will like the article.” I continued, “And, Mom, she asked if she could interview you. She only has a few questions and I wondered if you could?”
My mom hesitated. Her response taught me so much about God’s grace.
Over the years, lots of stories about my journey into blindness have been written. After a particular magazine interview, I dialed the phone. “Mom, I just finished an interview and I really think the writer is going to do a good job. I think you will like the article.”
I continued. “And, Mom, she asked if she could interview you. She only has a few questions and I wondered if you could?”
My mom hesitated. Her response taught me so much about God’s grace.
