
Jarrod.
One of my favorite kids.
I tutor him everyday at S.A.Y. Yes!
His smile lights up a room.
I receive running hugs from him.
I have watched the way he has grown since August.
I was gone for a seminary retreat in Nashville, Tennessee this last week. When I returned back to English Avenue I learned that Jarrod moved back with his mom. He no longer lives in our neighborhood. My heart broke. I was looking forward to sharing a meal with him on Saturday night. Instead I saw the requested spaghetti, green beans, and key lime pie sitting on our counter untouched. This was his reward for improving his grades at school. When I asked him what he would like to do Jarrod's response was to eat dinner at our house. Precious answer.
I am trusting. Trusting that this is where Jarrod needs to be right now. I am trusting that he is receiving the care, attention, and love he needs. I am trusting that he will discover what it means to be a good friend and to have good friends at school. I am trusting that there will be people in Decatur who will mentor him.
I look forward to Jarrod's visits in English Ave. I don't know when they will be or for how long.
In the meantime I will hold onto many of the sweet memories I have with Jarrod.
*Jarrod wrote me a card. Inside it said, "Mary was a good mom, you might be one too."
*The flower he shyly brought to our house for me.
*Pretending to be chased by aliens and wild wolves on our walks home from S.A.Y. Yes!
*Conversations like the following:
Jarrod: Miss Katherine, aren't you going home in February?
Me: Why would I go home?
Jarrod: For Valentine's Day.
Me: But that means I wouldn't be able to spend it with you.
Jarrod: Oh, good point.
and...
Me:Pluto is now called a dwarf planet.
Jarrod: Is that because dwarfs live there?
and...
Jarrod: Miss Katherine, normally I would run away from you, but today I am going to be good and walk with you.
*Today is a hard day. My first day of S.A.Y. Yes! without Jarrod. I pray that wherever he is, Jarrod feels loved and cared for and that others can enjoy his sweet laughter and loving smile.