I have always really loathed History. Even though some is kind of
cool, it has bored me quickly. I have faked enthusiasm for my dear Grand-dad's
stories and not learned a thing. I cannot remember important dates in my own
history let alone in our great country. I, until this year, have gladly brushed
this under my neatly swept pottery barn rug. Because who really needs to know
what date WWII began or ended on and Where or Why, to get through life
anyway.
Now I have had some wonderful and
brilliant teachers in my educational career. It is not their fault I have fell
short in this area. I honestly do not even know where or when my distastes
began. I really thought I would feel this way in regards to history for my
entire earthly existence, and that was totally fine by me.
However, nine years ago God gave me this
son. He has changed my life in ways that seriously only God could explain. He
has stretched not only my stomach to the point of no return but also my
mind. It took me a good 2 years to even realize
what I was in for, another 2 years to harness this power for good. But the past
4 years the ride has been wild, fun, fast, furious but also extremely
insightful and totally delightful. His modo, What is the point of fun if you learn nothing?
This most recent turn of events in which I
have to remind myself to NEVER say NEVER! Like EVER! has been such a humble realization
for me. This boy LOVES his history. I have willingly jumped in with all my
clothes on and the water is cold! I
should have seen it coming. The non-fiction books, the refusal to entertain
anything that was not truth, fact, proven, researched and written down, the
disbelief in things of utter nonsense. Here I was trying to prolong the tooth
fairy, the Santa, The freaking Elf, the Disney Darth Vader Magic. And there he
was saying, "you realize that these things are not documented as proven
people with dates in history nor have they had any impact on our world or
country in the way of forward thinking" Doh!
So I started paying attention. I started to
listen, to read with him, and God opened
my eyes to what a rich and ridiculously cool history we have. As a family, as a
nation, as a Universe, the path we have traveled to arrive at this current
footprint is fascinating.
So sorry professor so and so, but this 9 year old has got you beat
when it comes to lesson! I have learned more in the past year than perhaps my
entire 16 years in the institution. I remember speaking to his soon to be 3rd
grade teacher at the end of last year and asking what the big research project
would be on. Her response of American History received an eye roll and “ugh,
boring” from me the MOM! Well goodness, I am sorry and boy has my tuned
changed! I am so looking forward to seeing what J and his classmates teach me!
Also, a huge apology to my Grand-dad, I knew those stories where so important
and while I loved your sarcasm and the morals you eventually taught with them,
I really wish I would have paid attention to the dates, the actual history of
your activities. Perhaps we can discuss this when I meet up with you again. I
know Jonah is looking forward to sitting down with you and hashing out the
facts.
So, when my boy tells me that he is intent on being the one to win
the Veterans day poetry read and speak at the assembly, I obviously believe him
and have zero doubt of his success. But
time had gone on, and just today I started to panic that I would be picking up
the pieces of his broken heart once the winner was reading their poem come
Friday. After his research and
enthusiasm to learn more about our countries Vets and Branches of service…he
would be crushed for sure. But then I
got this email. From the very woman who received my eye roll and boring comment
last year. “Jonah is the K-3rd winner for Veterans day Poetry”
I cried. Also, I smiled. I am humbled by this man.