Failure to think causes failure to succeed spiritually

“So, who’s your rebbi?” My kids all jumped on each other as they returned home on the first day of school.
“Rebbi Fried,” Yitzi answered. “I heard he is strict-o.”
Behind his back, Binyamin wiggled his eyebrows, reminding me that he’d had Rebbi Fried two years earlier for math. If my memory served me correctly, the math he’d learned was mainly along the lines of three strikes and you’re out.
In general, I’ve been really happy with my boys’ teachers over the years. I hoped Rabbi Fried wouldn’t change that attitude.
A week later, reality came knocking.
“Where’s your watch, Yitzi?” I asked innocently as he was running late one morning.
“Rebbi took it,” he said nonchalantly, gathering his books. “I was twirling it during class without realizing it. But he said he’ll give it back in a week.”
A week? For absentmindedly twirling a watch? Yitzi was a good kid and his watch kept him on time for school, minyan, Erev Shabbos… What right did the rebbi have to confiscate it? What kind of chinuch message was he sending?
My thoughts were picking up momentum as I picked up the phone to give the rebbi a piece of my mind. Then I planned to call the principal. This wasn’t even the first punishment Yitzi had gotten in the past few days and all for doing nothing. It had to stop!
The arrival of the school bus thwarted my phone call. By the time all the kids left, I’d put the brakes on my reactions and realized I’d miss the piece of my mind I’d been ready to give over. How would this rebbi react to a hysterical mother confronting him one week into school? Couldn’t bode well for Yitzi. And how would the principal relay my concerns, if I came in riled up over this incident?
Taking a deep breath, I went into my closet where I keep stationery items and chose one of my nicest gift bags, then headed off to the supermarket for pomegranates-shaped chocolates and a small bottle of liquor. I added a personal note wishing the rebbi a shanah tovah and wrote how much Yitzi had been looking forward to the new year.
Then I said a perek Tehillim and stapled a pretty ribbon to the top.
After a moment’s thought, I decided like packages were in order for all my kids’ teachers. I don’t know if they’ll help me solve this specific punishment problem — but unlike that method, these couldn’t hurt.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 761)