So we get our new plantation shutters from a great company, Danmer Shutters...and I take a picture and put it on facebook. Our budget allowed for only our family room to be shuttered, but that's OK. I am so proud. They look beautiful.
As soon as the picture gets on my news feed, the next picture up is from a friend who is posting the progress of her new house being built on the hills over-looking the Pacific. It's stunning and impressive, and I say to myself with a smile, "But his toy is so much cooler than mine."
It's a wistful reminiscence.
Years ago, when I first started working as an aide, I was in a kindergarten class. Those kids are beyond adorable. Their sweet faces greeting me everyday, their little legs crossed, sitting on the rug on their specified spot is heartwarming. They have so much ahead of them, and they are learning life's lessons along with, and from, their fellow classmates.
When it's sharing time they all bristle with anticipation waiting for their turn. One little boy, Roosbay, shared the toy that he had gotten at the 99 cents store. He talked about it with his 6 year old passion. I still see that face with big brown eyes and dark hair, his enthusiasm bursting from a toothless smile. When he was done, he sat down and the next boy got up to share his favorite robot. It was big and shiny, and it moved and made noises. That little boy loved his robot but wasn't bragging, he just wanted to share. After he sat down, Roosbay burst out, "His toy is so much cooler than mine." The teacher, finding an exquisite teaching moment, spoke to the class, but especially to Roosbay, and said, "Everyone has something to share, and no one's toy is cooler than another's." She looked around the room to see that she had every one's attention and said, "Roosbay, what you brought, you are proud of and you love it enough to share with us, and we are happy for you. Just like we are happy for everyone in this room." As a smart teacher, she didn't go on too long, because with kindergartners, you loose your audience in 40 seconds. For a moment the room was silent, then Roosbay spoke up, "But his toy is so much cooler than mine."
I doubt if he remembers that day. But I always will.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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