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.
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.
Cleaning out the stuff