So, I was sitting in line at Gia's school waiting to pick her up. Her class and a couple others were outside playing. I love sitting there and watching her play with the other kids, it is so sweet. She usually can be seen with the same girls doing the same thing generally every day. Not this day. This day was different. She walked up to these two girls, one black and one Hispanic. They exchange a few words and then join hands and start playing ring-a-round the rosie. Then they saw there was a pole next to them so they scoot over and join hands around the pole and once again play ring-a-round the rosie. I just sat there smiling, thinking about how beautiful a picture that was. Three little girls, three strangers, three different colors. No prejudices, not even a second thought to play with each other. Just talked one time and can already join hands and be friends. God has given so many wonderful colors, so many wonderful people. About that time the girls did their first "and they all fall down." They scamper back to their feet and start all over again. Boy, was I smiling, what a beautiful picture of pure innocence! Then I see Gia starting to go fast. "Oh, Gia, slow down baby." Then she starts running. "This is not good." And then I see the Hispanic girls body and side of her face hit the pole. The game seized. They all just stood there for a minute. The other two girls joined hands and stepped away from Gia. Words were exchanged, Gia's arms were crossed and off she went. It wasn't hard to see what was said. The other little girls resumed the game. Leave it up to my kid to ram a little girls face into a pole during ring-a-round the rosies. 
No comments:
Post a Comment