We have a very eclectic class this year. Actually, in our particular school, we have an eclectic class every year but for some crazy reason this year’s group seems even more diverse.
As many of you know, we have morning meeting every day. We spent some time on Monday morning sharing about what our families did over the holidays. I always try to keep the children focused on the person who is “telling sharing”, but you know how that goes. Inevitably some kids are…well….easily distracted. One girl was braiding another’s hair. George was obsessed with something in his pocket, Ben had to go to the bathroom, Zoe was picking at the tape on the carpet, and the two girls from China were hugging each other and rolling on the floor.
The kids shared about traveling, going to the movies, cool TOYS that they got, great playdates that they had, etc.
Then it was Tamir's turn. I’m not sure anyone caught the “news” that he was sharing about his Christmas.
“We went to my cousins house and we celebrated Christmas but I got no presents.” He looked around the circle and said again, “I got no presents for Christmas.”
I was stunned into silence, my heart broken for the child who must have thought that Santa had completely forgotten him. I know that this young fella’s family doesn’t follow the religious teachings that we find commonplace in our country, and he never wanted to share his own family’s traditions with the class.
The kids quickly continued around the circle to finish the telling sharing portion of the morning, and I was convinced that the children either hadn’t heard him, or were trying so hard to remember their own telling sharing that there wasn’t room in the brains to process what Tamir had shared.
The class worked very hard all day and played happily during recess and play time. The telling sharing was all but forgotten.
Or so I thought.
Tuesday morning Alisa walked into the classroom and pulled me aside.
“Ms. Smythe, is Tamir here yet?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“No, I don’t think so,” I answered. “Why?”
"Well, remember yesterday when he said that he didn’t get any Christmas presents?”
I nodded, slightly embarrassed that I hadn’t remembered myself.
“Well,” she whispered as she opened her backpack slightly so I could peek in, "I brought him some presents.”
Oh my Lord if THIS isn’t the best job in the world I don’t know what is!
Now pass the tissues again, I am having another moment…..