One of the highlights of my 6th grade year was being selected for Cabinet. At my elementary school, a select group of 6th graders ran the student government for our entire elementary school. We would run the assemblies, facilitate the candy sales, host movie nights and sponsor any fundraiser. Only 12 students were selected to be on Cabinet and it was a very prestigious position. You had to submit your application and wait to see if you were selected. Usually around the middle of October a letter would come in the mail letting you know if you made it or not.
I was fortunate that my best friend also made Cabinet. Some others in the group weren't so fortunate. It's an important life lesson in empathy and compassion.
You have to sign a contract with your parents that you'll keep your grades up and still maintain your responsibilities on Cabinet. I missed many hours of actual classroom time by being on Cabinet. It was one of the best things of my childhood. It taught be about writing speeches, presenting, organization and leadership. The tools that I learned with Cabinet have carried me through much of my life. Miss Wagner, the librarian who runs the program, is someone I still keep in contact with.
A certain 6th grader in our family received her letter this weekend. D is officially on Cabinet. I couldn't be more thrilled for her. She's entering the age where being socially accepted is critical. I know she's struggled with friendships and other things at school, so when this news came I just praised the Lord. I think it's exactly what she needed at this point in her life. She's growing into such an amazing young lady and my prayer is that her time on Cabinet will help her continue to grow, but also give her that feeling of acceptance that I know she craves and needs.
I love having something in common with her. I love being able to see her excitement as her mom told her she was accepted. While we may not be related by blood, we are by Cabinet. I wouldn't want to share this honor with anyone else.
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