Parent help is one of the
highlights of my week. I love going into my son’s class to assist his teacher
and other school staff. I love working in another school environment as a
chaplain. And I loved helping in my daughters’ classes when they were children
too.
It strikes me, the more I’m
involved in school environments, just how holistic education is. It’s not just
about the academic work or the ‘formative’ years. There is very much a social
dimension to education that carries through beyond school, even, hesitant as I
say this, into life as a 50-year-old. We’re always learning.
I was reminded of this as I watched
my child interact in a class session on the mat. He wasn’t chosen to do
something, and I glimpsed something remarkably human in his disappointment. I
saw myself in his disappointment. And, thank God, not one iota of me sought to
defend him.
‘It is what it is, son.
Acknowledge it and move on.’
Acknowledge it and move on.’
That’s what I felt I heard God say
to my spirit. It was both a personal Word from my God to me, His child, in my
disappointments, and from me to my son, as I agreed fully with the truth God
showed me in his disappointment.
Life is littered with
disappointment. It’s inescapable. And we always feel as if we’ve been
hard-done-by. If we’re not careful disappointment grows legs and runs full tilt
toward bitterness and headlong into the eventual ‘prize’ of resentment.
As a five-year-old the
disappointment seems obvious on the face, a heart that is momentarily rejected,
but they seem quickly to get over it. But on a fifty-year-old that
disappointment is often concealed in an ‘Oh, I’ll be fine… it’s really okay…’
when at times my soul is actually saying, ‘Gee, that hurt!’ And, ‘If I’m
honest, I’m stunned!’
The point is disappointment stings.
We don’t expect to not get our way. And it reinforces feelings of injustice
(‘it’s not fair!’) or residual feelings of inadequacy (‘these things always
happen to me’, and ‘why am I always the target?’) or one of a range of other
not-so-good feelings and attributions.
Two things we can do about
disappointment: 1) acknowledge it
happened; that we felt the sting of disappointment, and that that is okay, without
judging it, and 2) move on. That’s
right, we just move on. We don’t give the disappointment that emerges any more attention
than it deserves.
I didn’t like it when it happened,
but I’m not going to let it define me.
but I’m not going to let it define me.
Hard as it is,
when disappointment happens,
it’s best to acknowledge it hurts,
take courage to feel it,
learn what you can,
then let go and move on.
when disappointment happens,
it’s best to acknowledge it hurts,
take courage to feel it,
learn what you can,
then let go and move on.
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