Last week I started school. We will be out a week ahead of everyone else in the area when June 2018 arrives. I digress.
On the second day of school, I looked up before fourth period started. I see two former students headed down the hallway carrying their lunches smiling ear to ear. It was Papi and his friend Mijito. They hugged me hello and sent my heart over the moon. I was beaming!
Papi is on the football team. I was surprised since he had no interest from our conversations last year. I was on my morning duty last week before school started and saw him going to the counselor’s office with a posse. I sent the posse packing to find out what was going on. He needed a reminder of his new locker and combination in the 7th grade hallway. I have access to that information. While I was on the computer logging in, he said, “I just got the football schedule.”
“Oh.” Inside I am smirking and glowing.
“You want me to give it you?”
“No, that’s all right. I can get it. Would you be okay with me coming to see you play?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I found the information he needed and he was on his way. “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.”
“You’re welcome, hon.” If it were cool for me to have done it, a tear would have rolled down my cheek. Papi still loves me. I have done my job as his “school mama.”