Sometimes you wonder if your children are listening. Whether they hear you when you talk about kindness or recycling or strangers or why no, honey on a plain bagel is not an acceptable meal. No, not even if I give you carrots too. And then something like this happens.
Last night, I came home and asked about the kids’ say as I always do. Thalia wrinkled her face with uncharacteristic indignancy and talked to me about a problem with the breakfast at school that morning. I asked if she’d feel better if she wrote a letter about it.
“Yes,” she said. “To the principal.”
And so she did.
On Wensday I had school breakfasit and the hot corn muffin was in a plastic Bag which is not good and chocolit milk.
I wish it would chang.
She has shown concern about the chocolate milk at breakfast before; but the plastic bag issue was something new.
“Where did you learn about this Thalia? From Earth Day?”
“No,” she said. “I watched Jamie Oliver.”
It wasn’t her take on the subject matter that made me so emotional–although I can’t say I disagree with it in the least. It was the fact that my six year old felt passionate about something bigger than herself. Passionate enough to do something about it, all by on her own. I didn’t tell her what to write, and I didn’t help her with the spelling (clearly). What I did do is give her an envelope, then accompany her to the principal’s office before class so she would know that speaking up is okay.
She was fortunately enough to hand it to him herself. Turns out he’s a Jamie Oliver fan too.
Will it make a difference in the school? I don’t know.
But it will make a difference in her.
Truth to power, baby