We wait with great anticipation for spring and hold dearly the things which bring us hope that it will arrive soon. We live waiting for the beauty of life to show itself through the dirt and difficulties of the winters of our lives. Today it is about groundhogs and this wonderful orchid in the sun room but mostly it is about the little girl who needed someone to talk today and I was given the gift of being there for her.
Where and when I met her is of little matter but we talked about things that were bothering her. She had gotten in some trouble at school and was being a little belligerent about it.
She spilled her story of bullies and anger and then we talked about why people try to make other people feel badly. She agreed that maybe they were picking on her because they didn’t have a very good life and they might feel badly about themselves.
We also talked about learning to take a deep breath and perhaps finding a song to sing when she is angry because it would make her breath and it’s also hard to be angry when you sing. She thought those were good ideas.
Somewhere along the line she figured out some strategies about how to talk to the folks at home about the trouble she had been in during the day. The note she had been refusing to take into the house went with her along with a new hope there would be no trouble about it, just discussion.
There was a point during our conversation that she told me she had been so angry once earlier this year that she thought about killing herself. I begged her to promise me she wouldn’t do that ever and to seek out the people who care about her when she felt like that. There was a blank look on her face and I said, “I care about you. In fact you are precious to me.” She looked at me with a little tear welling up in her eye and said, “Really? You think I’m precious?”
I assured her I did and she went off to her destination with a skip in her step.
Thanks to the divine circumstances which gave me this opportunity today. Perhaps one child will grow up to believe in herself because of me.