I teach the little ones and tomorrow is the first day of school. Every year I am filled with excitement and anticipation as I prepare for the arrival of these young souls. Each child brings his/her own special gift to the table and I thoroughly enjoy unwrapping every one of them to discover the beauty that lies within.
I am one of the lucky ones. I LOVE my job. I belly laugh at least once a day. These children bring me so much joy. There have also been tender moments as well. I have so many stories to share and perhaps one day will share more of them with you.
Today, I think back to all of the years before. There are some children whose names I no longer remember and then there are some who I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Today, I am thinking about Tara.....and I would like to share.
The children who attend my school are for the most part, from middle class to upper middle class income familes. There are a few underpriviledged attending. Tara was one. Tara came from a single parent family. Her mom did the best that she could. She always sent Tara to school, clean and with all of the supplies she needed. The clothes she bought Tara came from a second hand clothing store or the Goodwill. Tara was a big girl. She only wore dresses. She very rarely spoke and hardly ever smiled. The dresses she wore were loud. What I mean...they had big ole flowers on them, or polka dots, bright plaids, huge sashes and bows.
While I try to foster a caring, respectful environment...there were some girls who were not very accepting of Tara. They didn't play with her on the playground. The nudged each other and whispered about her clothing. Instead of speaking to them about their behavior, I chose a different approach....
Tara walked into school one day wearing a first holy communion dress. Immediately there were giggles and elbow nudges...I stood still and said..."Oh my goodness. Tara you are absolutely gorgeous. You look like a princess." This immediately got the attention of the other little girls who looked at me with a quizical look on their faces. I could see Tara stand just a bit taller, and a small smile cross her face. The next day when she came into school, I said, "Here is my little princess. How are you today? You look beautiful." This went on for days. I would comment on her hair, or just tell her how happy I was that my little princess had arrived.
Slowly the interactions of the class began to change. The other girls started including Tara. She still did not say much. Then one day we played a little game. Something I do about once a month. It is called Compliments. We sit in a large circle and roll a ball to one another. When you roll the ball you give the person a compliment. They say thankyou and roll the ball to another. When we are finished...it is all warm and fuzzy. ( I'm a warm and fuzzy type gal.)
So the ball is rolling and of course Tara is the last child to have the ball rolled to her. And it just happened the girl rolling was one that had not been so kind in the beginning. Well the little one rolled and said, "Tara, I like the pretty dresses you wear. " That right there warmed my heart. I said, "ok. Doesn't everyone feel good? We will do this again someday."And as I went to stand up one of the little boys said, "Wait Mrs. J, you didn't get a compliment. It's your turn." So I looked at Tara...sat back down...and said,"Tara, do you want to give me a compliment?" She shook her head yes. Well we sat...and sat. I said half chuckling,"Do you need a little help?" She shook her head no. We sat and then she rolled the ball, looked into my eyes and said, "I like the way you always call me your princess. " Well if the tears didn't come before... I looked at her and said, Thank you Tara... you will always be my little princess. "
Tara moved in the middle of the school year so I was not able to keep tabs on her as she progressed through her elementary years. I wonder about her every now and then. I am sure she is not aware of how she touched my heart that day. I just hope she remembers she was once my little princess and in my mind and in my heart forever will be.



