So I had a missed call on my phone last night from an unknown number, while I was on my way home from church, at about 7:45 p.m. I called the number back at about 8:00, and there was no answer, but the voicemail message said, “Hi, this is Janet [names have been changed to protect the innocent], I can’t take your call right now…” I realized in an instant that this was Little B’s teacher’s first name, so I hung up real quick without leaving a message. Talking to a teacher without proper preparation is like going into battle without a weapon. I hoped and hoped that she wouldn’t see that I called back and then call me back again.
I didn’t know what I would say yet. I feel like I’m supposed to be able to solve the problem with a discussion, and I’m just not prepared to do that. All I could say to her at that point was that I had talked to Little B, I had prayed about it, I had blogged about it, and one of those activities had yielded the advice that I was to just fumbledick around with the situation and try not to screw him up too much. I could let her think that possibly the prayer had led to that revelation. Because I’m pretty sure that God feels close to the same way. He’s gonna be fine…Do the best you can… Just don’t screw him up.
I’ll keep you posted.