Unexplored Territory

Monday, September 18, 2006

Pass the Torch Tuesday

On the Monkey's first day of school, I noticed a little girl who was sitting in her chair, crying. She had her comfort item with her, a blanket, draped over the back of her chair. My heart immediately went out to her, thinking how abandoned and alone she had to be feeling at that moment. Her mother had commented in the Open House/Meet the Teachers meeting that her daughter had some separation issues, and that the first few days were going to be rough on her.

Thursday, I took the Monkey in, made small chat with the teacher, and showed the Monkey where her cubby was so she could deposit her backpack and her coat.

The little girl was sitting in her chair with her blanket on the back of it. And she was crying. She was sitting in front of a coloring page, but she was turned sideways, hoping to catch a glance of the mother who had left her there.

The Monkey walked up to the little girl, looked at her quizzically, and decided she knew what the little girl needed.

The Monkey placed in front of the little girl one blue crayon. No words. Just a gesture of outreach to a person who was obviously hurting. And in their little world, small things like that can offer comfort.

7 Comments:

Kelly Curtis said...: Ohhhhhhh! I can see why you've been waiting with baited breath for PTT Tuesday to get here.

This is EXACTLY what it's all about -- catching our kids doing great things.

Doesn't it make you feel that we're preparing to leave the world in good hands??

Congratulations on raising a most excellent monkey.

Kelly; 8:34 PM
Looney Mom™ said...: How sweet... makes you proud. Hi there. I bounced over from Kailani's blog (Pink Diary) and just had to come meet you. Nice blog.; 8:38 PM
ezri.blue said...: That brought tears to my eyes. Your monkey is AWESOME.; 3:28 AM
Mamacita Tina said...: We adults can learn so much from the little ones, simplicity at its best!; 8:46 AM
Robin said...: The little things MATTER. And kids sometimes get this better than grown ups :/.

Precious post and equally precious blog. I'll be back to visit (thankful for ptt to get both of us to each other)(I think that made sense!) :); 4:10 PM
Bellezza said...: Sometimes words are the worst things we can offer. A kind gesture is nothing short of a miracle.; 7:58 PM
Tonya said...: How very sweet!; 3:13 PM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.