Today one of my girls came to see me after school.
"I have homework," she said. "Okay, how can I help?" I asked. She looked up at me and answered, "I need to know the name of my mother. I don't know how to spell it."
I gulped wondering how to respond. Without much time to think, two other girls in the same class came to me with the same request, "I have homework: I need to know my parents's name and phone number."
I searched my mind for the rights words to respond. Even if I were to search through their files, I might not find their parent's name. Each of our children has their own unique story. Some were abandoned, some were treated horribly, and some were orphaned after their parents died.
I was afraid that completing this simple homework task my open up some hurts and a lot of painful emotions. They would probably look envious at the other kids in class who would easily complete the assignment and bring in a paper with their parent's name and phone number the very next day.
Without much time to think, I grabbed a pen and paper. Here, you need your mothers name, well give this to the teacher.
Yolanda took the sheet of paper, looked at it, smiled, then gave me a hug.
It's days like today when I am so grateful for how simple things were for me growing up. Reciting my phone number and giving my parents' name never required much thought or effort.
It's days like today when I'm so grateful that I'm here.