I received an email from Princess' teacher the other day. It said,
I wanted to let you know about the wonderful job Princess had been doing in my class. She sits next to M, who is an academically gifted student with autism. M often has trouble focusing and sometimes makes odd noises or hums as a symptom of his disability. Princess has been so patient with him and has been a wonderful friend to M. I'm aware that it's easy to be distracted by his behaviors, and I am impressed with Princess' positive attitude towards the situation. M loves his table!
I was so proud of my sweet girl. She has always been such a tender-hearted young lady who is a friend to everyone.
Princess had a class store the next day, where each person had the option of bringing items from home to sell and/or getting to spend the class 'money' they had earned at other students' stores. Kind of like a yard sale for 5th graders. When I picked the kids up after school I asked her how it went. She told me about what things were most wanted and what she had sold and then wanted to show me some of the things she had bought. As she pulled some binoculars from her pocket a ball of foil fell out.
"What's that?" I asked. She looked like she didn't want to tell me. "Is it just some trash, Princess?"
"Mom, please don't get mad."
"Why would I get mad? Did you buy some treats and eat them all?"
She went on to explain that her friend M, who sits at her table, didn't have anything to sell at the class store so he had made balls out of foil and set them out for sale.
"No one was buying them, Mom" she told me, "and he was really excited about them at first but then he started to look really sad. So I went to his store."
"And bought one of his foil balls?"
"No." She pulled three more from her pocket. "I bought four."
My vision got a little blurry just then. I drove in silence for a few minutes and then I told her about the email I had gotten from her teacher the day before and how proud Allen and I were of her. "Those foil balls are my favorite of all the things you bought, Princess", I told her.
Grades are important and all, but this is the kind of stuff I love to hear that my kids are learning.
One of the spiritual gifts that we can be blessed with is the beholding of angels. I remember reading about that gift and wishing I had it - to be able to see my dad again and others who have left earth life. But when I stop thinking of angels as immortal beings and recognize the earthly angels that I share my life with, my kids who teach me by example how to bless the lives of others, the more I think about it, the more I feel like this is a gift I may have been given. Because even though they can be typical kids a lot of the time I am constantly impressed and touched by how natural it is to them to serve and help others.