I don’t know why this morning I was remembering way back when I was 1st grade room mom to my teenage daughter. I enjoyed it tremendously. I would come in once a week and lead one on one reading with the children in class. I got to know their personalities; their weaknesses and strengths. Two boys had very high energy levels that made them the most difficult to work with. One simply could not concentrate and the other was completely disengaged.
For Mother’s Day I had offered to bring in a project for the kids to make for their mothers. I brought in plastic beads and all the necessities to make bracelets. The children made them exactly as they wanted. I didn’t supervise any aspect of it beyond that they had to make one.
It was funny to see that the best bracelet by far, most pretty and symmetrical was from one of these boys. As I was trying to lead the chaos that is 25 children doing the same craft project I tried to encourage as much as possible and at some point I was telling them not to worry to much about size, that all things big or small were good.
Afterwards the tiniest little girl walked up to me (the size of a typical preschooler), once everyone else had left the room for recess, and she came up to me and very timidly asked if I had meant what I said and “were small things good?”. It took all my strength to not scoop her in my arms and give her a big hug. I very purposely but almost non-chalantly, as if I didn’t know the gravity of what I was about to say simply said “absolutely! Great things come in small packages.” And the smile on her face is something I will never forget.
People underestimate how significant one simple thing can be, how much it can mean to someone. I didn’t that day fortunately. Phew. Guess I needed a pick-me up. Maybe that’s why the memory. Lol. Who knows.