Love them, change them, bathe them, feed them.
Rock them. Sing to them. Hold them. Love them.
And they grow…
We read to them. Teach them. Pray for them. Pray with them.
And they grow…
We step back a little, let them fall, let them get back up, let
them go. We hope they’ve learned how to handle life’s disappointment and
hurt, while seeking life’s joy and pleasures. Our steps back, though important,
are sometimes difficult. When we see them
stumble, we want to rush to catch them. We want to kiss the hurt away and make
things better.
Sometimes we can’t.
My daughter has a beautiful soul.
She’s not perfect, but she is responsible, prayerful,
caring;
A Godly young woman who selflessly serves others.
Last week she experienced one of those moments in high
school that really hurt. Even knowing that these moments shape and mold us, didn’t
make it any less impactful.
When she started high school two years ago she signed up for
the FFA organization because they offered an equine science course (which was subsequently
cancelled). As a freshman “Greenhand” she worked hard towards several achievements
and ended her first year as the newly elected Sentinel on the chapter Officer
Team. She attended officer training, summer retreats, and the State Convention
and entered her second year enthusiastic for all things FFA Blue and Gold.
Although she doesn’t raise animals, the FFA offers many
opportunities to grow through Leadership Development Events (LDE), Career Development
Events (CDE), Speaking Development Events (SDE), and Supervised Agricultural Events
(SAE). This year her LDE team (Radio Broadcasting) became the first event in
school chapter history to advance to State competition. She participated in
fundraisers, officer meetings, multiple teams, and competitions, and received
several awards recognizing her dedication and teamwork at last week’s annual
year-end Banquet.
After such an eventful year, she confidently ran to serve
again on the Officer Team. Since the overall
chapter membership grew this year, the FFA advisors added two more positions on
the team. Six new candidates joined five of the seven current officers to
compete for nine open positions. Unlike last year, the advisors refused to
disclose any results until the Banquet and Installation.
My daughter didn’t make it.
As the names were called and new members joined the current
officers on the stage, my daughter sat on the stage, the only current officer
not re-elected. With a face etched in white stone trying not to reflect her
stunned hurt, she somehow held it together while others laughed and clapped
each other on the back.
I’d love to report that there was a mistake in the results. That
the next day something somehow changed the results in her favor. Or that we
found out the competition was rigged to favor the sons and daughters of those
parents who lead the Booster Club in time and money. But this is real life, not a Disney sitcom. Sometimes
you just lose, no matter how hard you tried. We will probably never know exactly
what in the four-part election process caused her to be in the bottom two.
Real life means that you hold your head high, accept defeat
graciously, congratulate the winners, and keep moving forward, even when it’s
not in the direction you planned. Despite her own heartache, my daughter spent
a good portion of the rest of that night and the next day consoling and supporting
her friend, who was the second person not elected.
Not a gracious loser, I struggled to find words of comfort
or understanding, only able to hold her silently in the privacy of our home when
she finally allowed herself to feel her pain. However, my husband captured it
perfectly when he wrote,
“Tonight a…harsh life lesson was realized and …my oldest daughter showed more poise, honor, dignity, character and maturity than I would have at her age - …maybe even still. She will come back stronger than ever before. Look out world!! I love you. You amaze me! #prouddad"
And he’s exactly right.
Ironically, not once did I worry that my daughter wouldn’t get
through this. After the sadness and let down of not being selected, she kept her focus through the Bible verse that she proudly wears on her letter jacket;
one she believes in that brings her strength when the road is tough.
"For I know the
plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11