I went to my son's school that day
It was a very special day
When worthy tributes would be paid
To honor students in 1st grade.
Music ushered children in
Faces wet with toothless grins
Flags were raised and banners hung
Pledges said and anthems sung.
I stood with other moms in back
He didn't know I'd come, in fact
I didn't want his hopes set high
In case his teacher passed him by.
Every mom felt just the same
All had come to hear one name
The child she hoped they'd recognize
And find deserving of a prize.
The list went on page after page
As beaming children walked the stage
Cameras flashed and parents cheered
Grandma smiled ear to ear.
My eyes were fastened to just one
The anxious posture of my son
Perched at the very edge of seat
Too young to have assumed defeat.
Certificates for everything
From grades they made to how they sing
For days missed, for how they drew,
Good citizens to name a few.
But it wasn't likely on that day
They'd honor one who'd learned to play
And stay in class from eight to three
Who'd learned to write and learned to read.
We hadn't hoped he'd be the best
We'd prayed he'd fit in with the rest
I knew no matter who they'd call
My boy had worked hardest of all.
An elbow nudged me in the side
A friend attempting to confide
A boy waving frantically,
"There's my mom! Right there! You see?"
They never called his name that day
I drove straight home, sobbed all the way.
The boy? He had ceased to care.
He had a mom and she was there.
(poem written by Beth Moore, found in her Things Pondered book)