Today is Monday which means I got a wake up call at 3:45 am.
Well, I didn’t. I don’t have to wake up at 3:45 am to get to school in San Francisco by 8 am.
But I wake up.
R’s alarm sometimes wakes me up too but I’m more concerned when it doesn’t.
I can’t believe some mornings I sleep through everything: the alarm, his shower, going downstairs, getting ready down there.
He’s not making a ruckus when he gets ready but all of a sudden, I wake up and he’s gone and for a split second I feel like he’s deployed again and emptiness takes over.
This morning I slept through his getting ready but woke up to the emptiness. Too late to go back to sleep. Too early to get out of bed.
So I check my email and there’s a message from the boy’s math teacher. The second term has started and already the boy has straight D’s. I admit that this was not the best email to read at 4 in the morning but I am absolutely grateful and touched that his teacher cares so much to compose an email on Sunday at 9:38 pm.
I replied with thanks and shared our son’s difficulty with his first term of high school. I wrote about how we were very surprised that he did well his first term and would he mind highly encouraging him to go to after school tutoring?
Our son M is a great kid and we are so very lucky with the way he’s growing up. I’m so grateful that he is surrounded by adults who are there for him, that he has teachers who care.