Yesterday I was at the playground with my charges Clayton 4yrs and George 6yrs. It was a beautifully sunny day and there were lots of children and lots of action.
I love when it’s busy like that. I get to encounter so many different kids of all ages. Many of them are just drawn to me and the boys because we are usually having the most fun!
Well we got a game going and had a small crew. There was one boy named Jack..he was maybe 3yrs old. He was getting very upset and frustrated with all of the other kids. He was crying an awful lot and was not having much fun.
I asked one of the other parents who was responsible for Jack and the parent told me Jacks grandmother was but she was sitting in her car.
I am not going to get into how this little one should not be running around this enormous playground unsupervised.
So I asked Jack to show me where his grandmother was so he did. We stood at the fence and I waved to her with Jack. She stepped out of her vehicle saw Jack upset but did not come for him.
She stayed outside of the gate and instructed him to just play a little longer.
To me the boy appears to be uncared for. He was little and could have been thirsty, hungry and definitely tired. I saw him pick gum up off the ground and eat it.
Jack follows me back to the boys and we play for a few minutes more and then I realize our time is past up and we have to go.
Jack is crying again and I feel helpless.
AND THEN GEORGE – grabs Jack’s hand and says with power and conviction “He’s coming with us.”
My heart could not even argue or dispute George. He was right. We could not just leave Jack crying by himself on the playground.
We all walked together outside the gate of the playground and I waved to Jacks grandmother and George walked Jack over to her.
I have never been more proud of my boy George. I didn’t even realize he was aware of the situation as much as he really was.