I slept a little too well last night.
I didn’t wake up until after 7! Oops! I have been cranking out lots of hours at work and I’ve been a little stressed. I see the late wake up as my body needing a little extra rest.
Today I tutored the elementary aged siblings and we played two riveting rounds of BINGO at the end of the lesson.
The boy child won and chose a pink necklace as his prize. The girl child looked on with a sadness and disappointment that I didn’t expect.
Having worked with children before, I knew that they can be REALLY overdramatic. Perhaps they get it from their parents.
The boy child gave her a devilish grin and put the necklace around his neck. She looked at me and said, “Can I have the purple one?”
I kindly replied, “No, he won, so he gets the prize.” She looked over at the pink necklace with longing eyes.
The boy child then takes it off, and slides it across the table.
“I got it for you! Duh!” He exclaims. Aww! How sweet! I just want to give him a hug for being such a nice brother.
She puts it on and coldly replies, “Thanks.”
I began to talk up the boy child, saying “Oh what a lovely brother he is!” thinking she would cheer up a bit. But then, I looked in her eyes and I saw a little piece of myself staring back at me.
Her brother giving her the necklace WAS a nice gesture.
But do you know what she really wanted?
The DOLLAR STORE SPOILS
The BRAGGING RIGHTS
The HONOR OF BINGO CHAMPION
Him giving her the necklace was almost a slap to her perfect little face, which continued to remain contorted in displeasure as we played the second round of BINGO and he won again.
I didn’t laugh, and I managed to not make any faces while I packed up to leave. But, I really wanted to pat her on the head, in a loving, non-demeaning way, and say, “It’s going to be all right kid. One day, that’ll be life sitting across the table from you kicking your ass and you won’t know up from down. And life won’t pick the pink necklace just so it can give it to you later. Life is going to pick up the heaviest turd and hurl it at you. And you know what? In that moment, you’ll learn how to keep going.”
Those are the things I wanted to say, to her and her familiar feeling little ego.
My own ego is much older and maybe a bit more intense, but we, me and my ego, are learning to get along just fine.
Until tomorrow, my friends…
PS…do you have kids? Are the monsters? Kidding!