Sitting at the kids' table

I AM TRYING TO IMAGINE what it might be like to be six years old. For it to be the second day of school. All at once, (I'm imagining) my teacher takes my hand and leads me to the school counselor's office. I walk into an unfamiliar room and there are two adult women whom I have never seen before. They are very kind and they start asking me questions. Questions about my mom, and dad, and sisters, and brothers.

Today I was one of those adult women who sat (at a tiny table in a tiny chair) waiting for a six-year-old child who had never laid eyes on me before. I tried to be loving and kind as we asked her many questions. I tried to remember that we were helping her, protecting her.

I pray that I will always be -- above all else --loving and kind with all the innocent, beautiful children into whose life I am placed.

~Ms. T. J.

Sitting at the kids' table