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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)

TITLE: Huge Steps
By Brenda Fletcher


Today as I was in a discussion about learning and growth, I was suddenly transported back in time, to late summer, 1969.
I remember so vividly the front of the school house. Not at all like the schools of today, this elementary school was small and archaic in comparison. It only had four classrooms. To me, it was the largest most intimidating thing in the world. The steps leading up to the front door were not designed for the legs of a six year old, they seemed huge and forbidding.
We made it into the school, but not much farther. I remember bursting into tears and sitting on my mothers lap in the cafeteria.
ďI donít want to stay here, I want to go home with you,Ē I sobbed into my motherís shoulder.
ďItís just for a little while,Ē she comforted me, ďand your brother is in the same room with you.Ē
I donít know what magic phrase worked, and I donít remember mom leaving, but I finally stayed at school.
I didnít fully comprehend why I was so afraid of going to school until today.
My mother is always loving and compassionate. I knew mom would always love me, never make fun of me, never judge me, and never, ever hurt me. I didnít know that about other people. I was safe at home with mom, but I didnít know what would happen at school. At the same time, if I never left home and Mom I would never know anything else. I would never grow up.
I have since experienced this feeling a number of times. The steps of the High school I attended were almost un-climbable. The steps to marriage were steep and challenging. The steps to motherhood were full of promise, but there were so many I had to stop and rest several times before reaching the top. Each time I had an overwhelming urge to burst into tears and cry out ďI donít want to be here, I want to go home with you!Ē Instead of crying into my motherís shoulder, I cried out to God. Each time, words of comfort were spoken ďItís just for a little while, and Iíll be there with you.Ē Somehow, I always made it through. I didnít always get an A, but I passed. Each time I learned, grew, and matured.
I, being a mature adult, would like to think those scary huge steps are behind me now, but I know that is not true. Each time I write and article, story, or poem and put it out there for others to read, I am at the bottom of those steps again with six year old legs. I am so thankful I have the comforting voice of my Father, and huge strong hands to help me up the steps.

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L.M. Lee07/05/04
I am at the bottom of those steps again with six year old legs

what a wonderful line and way to look at life.
Mary C Legg07/05/04
every new situation puts us back at the beginning where we have to climb aain. Is very ahrd and often very intimidating whether a job or personal relationship.

be of good courage and keep struggling to reach the top.
Phyllis Inniss07/05/04
It's so necessary for us to climb these 'steps' whether at six, sixteen or sixty, to get over the hurdles and to rest in God's love.
Melanie Kerr 07/09/04
Keep climbing! You are in good company. We all rely on the comforting voice of the father and his strong hands to help us climb.
Deborah Porter 10/12/04
Hi Brenda. I'm not sure if you still have Private Messenger or not, so am just trying to reach you this way. If you didn't get my Urgent message just then, could you please contact me as soon as possible at debporter@breathfreshair.org regarding this Editor's Choice winning story. Love, Deb