I can’t stop thinking about something Noah recently said to me so I’ve decided to share it with you. Maybe it will strike at your heart the same way it did mine and help us all to be more like a little child. This year Noah is in Kindergarten after having a wonderful preK-4 year last school term. Seemingly last year there was much harmony among the students. They were so little, not much bigger or more mature than toddlers, and there was lots of love among them. At a parent/teacher conference, I was told, “Noah LOVES the other children.” And surely he did.
This year, Noah was excited as the year began and for the most part it has been smooth sailing, but there have been some hurt feelings, sad looks, worries in his little mind over disputes on the playground. His teacher shared some news the other day about seeing another child being ugly to Noah as I was picking him up. He listened to her recount the story to me with a long face. As we drove away, this Mother Hen was angry. Someone had hurt the feelings of my little chick and I wasn’t liking it one little bit so I said, “you can’t hit him or be ugly to him, but I don’t want you playing with him. He is not a very nice boy.” To which Noah responded, “but Mama, I love him.”
As his sweet words drenched in forgiveness rang in my ears and stirred in my heart I found myself realizing Noah was feeling what I should be feeling, love…Although his feelings were hurt, he still wanted to play with his friend. Noah demonstrated far more maturity in that moment than his 40 year old mother. Today, I found him happily playing with that same little boy on the playground. The other boy smiled and waved to me and I saw in his face another mother’s child, one as precious as my own and again, I heard Noah’s words and felt his tenderness echoing deep inside my heart.
We can learn a great deal from our little ones. Their resilience is astounding. Even after Noah’s most difficult days, he comes home, dons his Indian pants, fringed at the ankles, strips off his little uniform shirt and swings his bow over his bare shoulder and becomes an adventurous little Indian boy named “Lightfoot” for the remainder of the day. It’s as if he knows to just look ahead and leave what’s behind there in the past where it belongs.
I love what I see in the young lives of the little ones that grace my days and encourage me to see the good in life and in others. The exuberance, hope, love of life, ability and willingness to forgive is so pure and wonderful. I can’t imagine a world without the beauty brought to it by the precious gift of a child.