Your letter is hard to write because there is so much I want to tell you. This summer you have grown up so much. Because of all the ways you’ve matured, I think Third Grade will be your best year yet.
Sam, as I’ve prayed for you over the years, I’ve asked God to help you see yourself the way He sees you. God created you to be so imaginative. He gave you a great sense of humor. Most of all, He blessed you with a very soft heart.
For your first years of school, your tender heart has been a burden. You’ve hurt for other kids when they’ve been treated unfairly. You’ve been overwhelmed by tedious school work. You’ve had little armor against the prickliness of this world.
But this summer, you’ve developed one of the most important tools for the world’s thorns: your sense of humor. You’ve learned to see how life can be a little ridiculous. You don’t have to take it so seriously. You don’t need to take yourself so seriously. You’ve learned to laugh at yourself. (This is my favorite lesson. It’s one I wish I could remember myself.)
Don’t forget that skill this year. When the homework piles up, and the days seem so long, and the fast facts don’t come, and your friends hurt your feelings, you don’t have to get overwhelmed.
Instead, let’s laugh about it all. Because, really, that skill is the most important one for this year. It’s crucial because it reminds both of us that God is in control here. He has bigger plans that the frustrations of Third Grade.
I’m glad you’re starting to see yourself the way God sees you. Because, Sam, you are amazing.
I love you,