One day this week, I saw a missed call from the school Nurse. I called her back as soon as I saw it, which was a few minutes later.
As we spoke, she said ‘Ms. Gordon, your daughter is complaining of a headache, and while I sent her back to class, I think you should come get her’.
We talked for a brief moment longer as she explained her observation and I agreed I would come to the school.
If my memory is correct, this is only my second call of this nature and the first one, my daughter was given the choice and asked to stay in school. It was an injury that while it hurt, she was totally fine.
When I arrived, she came and met me at the front desk and we walked back to her office, where my daughter was now laying down.
I took one look at her, and jokingly asked the nurse, ‘who’s this child?’
You see, the school nurse and my daughter started the same year, almost 7 years ago. She would tell me that my daughter always came to see her to get bandaids, even when nothing was wrong. I asked her if she doesn’t get annoyed at that, and she laughed and said ‘not at all. That’s how I know the difference of when something is really wrong’.
That was her response then, and over many years of interacting with my daughter, that day, she knew that something was actually wrong.
It’s good to be known.
The nurse knows my daughter, and upon entering the office, I knew too that she wasn’t well, within seconds.
Thankfully, once I took her home, she fell fast asleep and woke up feeling 100% better.
I feel a sense of joy too because my Heavenly Father knows me. He knows the difference of when I need just a band aid and to be sent back to what I’m doing, or if I actually need someone called, for them to show up on my behalf.
Dear Heavenly Father, I’m so grateful for the love and care you show towards us. I’m so glad that you know us, and it feels really good to be known and loved, by you and others that you have placed in our lives.