Wednesday, 23 April 2008
Why People Don't Heal and How They Can
By Caroline Myss
"Excuse me T-Man."
He jerked his head up and looked at me with the chain dangling in mid swing.
"I can give you three choices right now. You can put the chain in your pocket, in your backpack or give it to me. Now before you make your choice I want you to know that if I get it, the story will continue."
"What do you mean by the story will continue?"
"I'm so glad you asked," I said cheerfully. "I will gladly take it to the office and hand it over to the principal."
He frowned at this tidbit of information. Another student raised her hand.
"Mrs. H? You sound so happy about that."
"Ahhh, yes. I am happy to give T-Man here the opportunity to learn something new. Now if he doesn't want to be responsible for himself, I am happy to provide him the chance to learn the lesson he needs so he can make positive good choices in the future."
"Won't he get in trouble with the principal? Are you happy about that?
"Well, if he needs to have the principal help him learn, then yes, I am very happy for him. You children are here in school to learn and it's your job at this age to make mistakes at times, so we can help you in that process of learning. I'd much rather that the T-Man here learn this now at age seven, then when he's seventeen. Maybe he needs to have the principal and his parents get together so he can learn that swinging a chain in class is not a good idea."
Now I ask the whole class: "Why can't we all swing chains in class?"
"Someone could get hurt," they say in unison.
"Exactly, and the last time I checked this is a puppetry class not a chain swinging class."
They all laughed including T-Man.
T-Man smiled rather sheepishly at me and the chain disappeared into his pocket.
"Thank you for giving us all this opportunity to learn something new today."
His body language perked up and I didn't see the chain again for the remainder of the class. We moved on to working on their puppetry shows and voice projection. Class ended and as we walked out to the playground where the children either go on to another class, get picked up or walk home, I got in step with T-Man and put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with those big brown impressionable eyes.
"What are you going to do with that chain?"
"I'm going to leave it at home."
I love these children.