My phone just rang and I saw First Pres Daycare and I thought, oh no Els is sick and I started to panic, because she didn't seem sick this morning. I immediately start thinking what a horrible parent I am for not realizing she was sick, second child, just not as aware. All that mommy guilt in just 5 seconds. It's crazy what we can heap on ourselves. I picked up the phone, "this is Carrie". It was Beverly, she manages the office, now I'm freaking out because did I forget to pay. Oh Lord, why do we always go to the worst case scenario. She said, "I just have to tell you the most precious story." Whew, I'm in the clear, well other than the fact that I'm in tears as I type this. Saturday before last, eight days ago....we saw Beverly out one night when we were eating. She stopped to say hello to Ellison, but Ellison was shy at first because she wasn't sure about seeing her outside of school, but then she wanted to give her a hug. Beverly told her she probably shouldn't because she wasn't feeling well, she had a touch of laryngitis, you could tell she was straining to talk. Beverly walked out the door and Els went back to playing on the iphone. Apparently, Ellison didn't see Beverly last week at school and today was the first day she saw her. Beverly said Ellison came up to her all excited to remind her she had seen her out and then asked her if she was better, could she talk now.
A three year old, eight days ago.....and she is remembering to ask if someone is better. Heck I had forgotten Beverly was sick when we saw her until Beverly started telling the story. There isn't a doubt in my mind, that God planted this child in our lives so that we could see the opportunities for compassion. She reminds me everyday through her actions, that I need to look up, see others in need, be more present and love on someone.
This is also the same child that last week during playtime at school asked her friends to stop playing circle up and requested her teacher lead a prayer circle for her cat Levi to get better.
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