Melodie was always embarrassed if I showed up at her school to talk to a teacher or a principal. They were in for it about something that was going on with her. One time, and Dan laughed really hard about this one, a teacher accused Melodie of plagiarism because a seventh grader didn't know the words that she used in her term paper.
I cam unglued. I took my daughter's IQ scores (not that they meant anything to me-but I knew that they would to this teacher) and some of our personal library that Melodie regularly read. I sat in the principal's office and read off the recommendations of her former teachers. Then I asked her if she had read any of the books that I had brought along. The teacher slunk out of the room. The principal was red faced.
Melodie was transferred to an AP class. Where she should have been.
I tell you all of this because there were times, in the last year of Dan's life, when I felt the same way about him. There were people who did not have his best interests at heart and I was willing to take them on. Head on.
He got in my way. He didn't want me to. So I didn't. I seethed and fretted. But I shut my mouth.
God is that hard for an attorney. Much less a Mama Bear!
I am reminded of this today as we set up the new office. I want my child safe. And her office is open.
|Melodie and Jeff Buckingham|
It's nice to know I still have it!