Brave 2/27/14
Brave is my sweet 7 year old Hailey going to a new school in
March. I walked her into the school with
the other kids. We met her teacher and
class and then I left her. The teacher
was friendly and kind. The kids were
sweet and welcoming. They knew her
name. They knew she was coming and
everything was set up. But I couldn’t
believe how brave she was. To enter a
school at the end of the school year without knowing a soul and sitting in that
chair and taking on the world. And
coming out alive. And doing it again the
next day and the next day. When the kids
had already made their friends and they all live in a small town, Hailey made
her way into the circle and became one of them.
I almost cried leaving her at the school because I was afraid. I was afraid
she would be afraid. What if people were
mean to her? What if nobody played with
her at recess? What if she was lonely
and sad? What if it was awful and she didn’t tell me. And I wouldn’t be able to help her? But she was fine. She made it and she did it with gusto. And she didn’t even realize how brave she was
or how brave I think she is. She just
thinks it is a normal thing and that is the bravest girl I know.
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