After nearly a week of
searching, the ring has been found!
Since its loss I have been waking up each morning with sadness. It is his class ring—a “one of a kind,”
designed by a classmate for a single year’s distribution. Somehow, it had fallen to the bottom of his
backpack, a relief, when we thought it may have ended up at the uniform
cleaner. I feel a little like the woman
with the lost and found coin. Is a
celebration in order? In my heart, it is
happening. I am so relieved.
Dear God, losing something that holds
memories can be significant, even when “things” should not be held in place of
relationships. But this “thing” is a
daily reminder of relationships with people who bonded together in a unique
school environment, each tapping their personal resources to create the art
that was given to them. A quirky bunch,
they held one another up, supported one another in their journeys of
discovering their identities in the world and cheered one another through their
many endeavors creating art while learning how to become young adults in the
world. I, as a mom, am so thankful for
the opportunities presented at Perpich Center for Arts Education, for the
talents you, dear God, have blessed these people with. Thank you for helping so many young people who
felt lost, be found. Amen.