The car door opened courtesy of tiny familiar hands that I love so much. I arrived at the carpool line extra early excitedly waiting to get the run down. My two little elementary school ladies stepped inside the vehicle and I began the peppering of questions. The first day of school was officially over. I maturely squealed, “MY GIRLS!!!! HIIIII!!! HOW WAS YOUR DAYYYYYY?”
They left my house 8 hours earlier completely prepared for greatness. They sported unstained clothing THAT I IRONED, brushed teeth, combed and styled hair, healthy lunches with handwritten notes, full water bottles, filled out mandatory forms, and they received a hug and kiss from both parents. For some, this is the norm. In our home, this lasts maybe five days before I start justifying the smacking of the snooze button. I tell myself that 5 more minutes will not cause us to rush too much (lies) and that frozen pb&j’s do contain protein and thaw by lunch. And as for the iron, well, it makes a better collector of dust most days than a releaser of wrinkles. But on the first day, I like to give the teachers false hope that these children belong to parents that will sign all the notes all year long and read all the newsletters sent home. I usually wait until October to begin the tour of disappointment.
So, when the response I received from my elementary school daughter started off with an incredibly deep and dramatic inhale, along with an even longer and louder exhale, complete with eyes rolled to the tippy top of her lids, I braced myself for the response. She said, “UGGGGHHHHH!!!! IT WAS AWWWWFUL!!!!” I asked her why and she immediately responded with one word, three times over, “RULES!! RULES!! RULES!!!!”
She went on to explain to me that her entire day was made up learning rules. In her opinion, school is a place for reading, learning and tests, NOT spending days going over RULES. At this point, I asked her to smile for my phone so I could show her daddy her thoughts on the first day. She did not smile. I might need to work on my compassion-when-kids-are-venting button.
Not only did she learn rules in her classroom, she learned rules in the cafeteria, and there were rules on the playground, and the library was not even open yet but if it had been you can bet there would have been rules there too. Plus they had to write about rules, read about rules, repeat the rules, and she might have even come home with a new tattoo on her back that said, “RULES.” Fine, no physical tattoo was made but a mental one was ingrained into her soul obviously.
Honestly, I do not blame her. And I do not blame the teachers. Clear cut expectations are so important. Can you even imagine if the teachers had to explain these rules to every child individually? We would have no teachers. I do not even like asking my dogs to “sit” and “stay” more than once because…..well…..all the verbalizing is just draining. So, to me, it seems logical that the first week of school would be a time for group rule smackdowns. How many times can one adult explain the process of dumping lunch trays? At some point, I would not blame these teachers if they just zombie walked out of the building. They would be blankly walking with their arms straight out, eyes bulging, and repeating in a monotone voice “please tilt your tray this way and tap it on the end of the trash can in order to dump all the food you just stirred in a circle 5,000 times and mixed with the jello and vegetable medley mush. Then please stack it on top of the last tray that our classroom friend dumped.” Teacher’s mental survival depends upon all our little offspring knowing what to do.
And I don’t blame my girl either. No one likes to sit and hear how their daily discipline is going up 1,000% after summer. And it isn’t because she is from a generation of electronic kids that have no respect or attention span. I’m tired of hearing that from people. I, personally, have seen scores upon scores of kids intentionally practicing kindness in this generation. And know what group of people plays a big role in positive character development? TEACHERS. But to sit and listen to this information does not mean it is enjoyable.
I, for one, have no desire to sit and convince her to love the rules. Let’s be honest, they really aren’t fun sometimes. In the Old Testament, the term “law” is the translated word for the Hebrew term, Torah, or “instruction.” The people of Israel needed guidance from God. Humans have always needed instruction. And instruction is good. One way God provided it was through the Mosaic Law. It guided people morally, socially and ceremonially by having over 600 commands that covered all aspects of life. And it gave Israel the recipe for ways to receive blessings. My point is that laws and rules have been around FOR A LONG TIME. And my daughter is not the first person to have that feeling of “me no likey.”
Someday, she will grow up and will not have to sit and almost suffocate from listening to adults read rules out loud. However, I do hope teachers and this family can burn certain instructions into her brain and heart for daily living. I want her to respect others and herself, to listen before she speaks, to be able to learn and speak truth and to love others well, to make sure her binder gets signed every time she needs to go potty…. And I hope she practices applying grace to herself and to others. Because that’s what Christ did for us. Once God sent Jesus to this earth, Christians were no longer bound to the Mosaic Law. And thank goodness because over 600 commands are impossible to keep. We now have the Holy Spirit in us as believers. And we are recipients of grace by no doing of our own. And this is great news…..for believers, for children who hate rules, for teachers who are faithfully serving children (THANK YOU JESUS), for parents who are trying their hardest to raise their family, and possibly for dog owners that find their new pair of shoes with teeth marks all in them.