Wednesday, September 22, 2010
See You at the Pole....or maybe not. :/
Last night, when I read those posts, it made me realize that I had not heard anything about it. I asked Gabriel if he had heard anything from the other students. He had not.
"It might not be something that they have ever done at your school Gabe. Do you still want to go? It may be that we are the only ones there."
Gabriel did not miss a beat. He "of course" wanted to go. This would be Drew's first SYTP and so he wanted to go to. I called my neighbor to see if she had heard anything about it. She had not heard of it this year or any year.
"They say Colorado is a purple state," she said. "We are not very far left or right."
Interesting. I think I labeled myself as purple just this past election but SYTP is not a political issue to me. It's not an issue at all. You go and you pray for your friends, teachers, safety of the school, blessings on our president and wisdom for our leaders.
I was beginning to realize we might be the only ones.
So this morning I got the boys up. Drew said he decided he did not want to pray at the school because it was boring. I told him that was fine but that he would need to be quiet while other people are praying. Gabriel came in, pounding his fist into his hand.
"What did you say? Did you say that praying is boring?! You better take that back!"
Aye yi yi! I had to pull that one aside for a talk about Christ's love and grace....geez.
We got to the school in record time. There was no one there but it was a bit early so I thought we would wait. In the mean time the boys ran around "shooting" each other.
Great. I hope we don't get in trouble for playing "guns" on school property.
The game switched to tag and then hide-and-go-seek and still...no one came. Then a mom walked up with her kids. She smiled at us and the kids all said "hi."
"Are you here for See You at the Pole?" I asked.
"Um...no. What is that?"
I explained. She cocked her head to the side and said "Cool. Never heard of it. We are just here for school."
The buses started to come (all two of them) and so I called the boys over.
"It looks like no one is coming. Would you still like to pray for your school?"
They both agreed that they did and so we joined hands and bowed our heads. Drew opened it up thanking our Father "for this beautiful day. Be with us all at school and let it be fun and safe." Gabriel prayed much the same thing but added a request for less homework. Then I prayed for the students, teachers and staff. I prayed for a great school year, for safety, for God's peace, love and mercy over their school. I prayed for our principal and then for the president. (I also prayed for a good outcome in the next election here. There is some amendments that could effect Colorado schools.) And that was that.
With a hug and a kiss they went on to class. I got in my car and cried the whole way home.
I would like to say that I cried because there was not anyone there to pray but mostly I cried because the experience compounded my longing for "home." I knew that this morning our good friends were praying together and my sons and I prayed alone.
I have made a great friend in my neighbor, Caren, and she has been awesome about putting lots of new faces in mine. I know many people here but we are still in the very surface level of these relationships. On top of that is the cultural differences between Colorado and Texas. They don't really like Texans here. They especially let you know it on the road. That really pisses me off because I am driving at LEAST the speed limit and drive just fine on the mountains but they still like to try and drive their car up my butt and then yell at me while they pass me. Really if you are damn fool enough to go that fast on the mountain go right on ahead.