This week saw our five-year- old granddaughter, Delaney, attending her first day of kindergarten. Needless to say, her mother, father and, yes, grandparents all wondered what this first day of a new world would be like for this child.
The first day of school was finally over and Delaney arrived home. Her mother asked her a series of questions about her day. She related very little to her mother, but she did say, “This little girl came up to me and said she didn’t have anyone to play with, so I played with her.”
Hum, no questions on the part of the children, like, before they can go further with the business of playing with someone I must ask, “Are you a Democrat or Republican? What is your position on?, do you go to church? If so, where? What do you think about global warming, the Tea Party, President Obama, former President Bush? In what neighborhood do you live? Did your parents go to college, your parents are from where? Where do you buy your clothes?” She said, “We just played.” Guess all those question of “Whether I can play with your or not,” come later, like when we “grow up.”
It’s interesting how we draw lines in the sand regarding who we might associate with. To our five-year-old grandchild and yours it's pretty simple, isn’t it?” “She didn’t have anyone to play with, so I played with her.” Simple as that.
Guess all those questions about gauging whether or not I can play with you were not so important; oh, that comes later, when we grow up and become adults.
August 19, 2011