Have you ever wondered what love looks like?
I filled an empty box with the love I have for my class of 4 and 5-year-olds and wrapped it all up to use as an object lesson in class last Sunday.
I started out by asking what they thought was in the box and I have never seen them so excited.
"A big puh-cuter!" yelled Super C.
"A pink stuffed pony (breath) that you can put in the bathtub with you (breath) and it doesn't get wet!" guessed Miss S.
"I dunno," Miss E. answered, quietly.
"A treat for all of us!" Hubba yelled.
"And what do you think?" I asked Miss L.
"I fink I know what it is but I'm gonna wait and see it foy-st." she responded.
"Fair enough," I told her.
I gave them a few hints:
It is not something you can buy with money.
You will not find it in a store.
It is not something you can hold in your hands.
You can not see it, touch it, taste it or smell it, but you can feel it.
"Anyone want to change their guesses?" I asked.
"Afto all yo cwues, I'm pwitty sho it is what I fink it is," Miss L told me.
"Let's just ho-wee and open it!" Super C. said, hardly able to contain his excitement.
So we did, and the room was silent at the sight of the empty box.
"What in the woyld?" whispered Super C. And then he looked up, his eyes wide as saucers, and yelled, "Someone stole ow tweets!"
"No, no, remember what I said, guys? You can't buy it. You can't touch it. You can't find it in a store... There is something in that box. It's love. I thought about how much I love you guys and I put all that love in this box and then wrapped it up so I could share it with you. Can you guys feel the love?" I asked.
"Not willy," answered Miss S.
"That was just wee-owed. They-o's nuffing in they-o!" Super C. lamented.
I turned to Miss L., my last hope. "Did you guess what it was before we opened it?"
She sighed. "I fought it was choco-wit chip cookies."
(Note to self: object lessons are often lost on 4 and 5-year olds.)