6 months ago
Perfectly Seven
When one child is struggling (say, in junior high school for example)—it’s hard to think about anything else. This week, however, I was reminded of the sweetness of being seven. Particularly Sarah at age seven. Yesterday when I picked up her up from school, she jumped in the car with big news."Preston got crutches!" I searched my memory to remember who Preston is. Preston . . . Preston . . . "He was jumping on the couch with his brother and it got caught in a cushion," she couldn't tell me fast enough. "Now his ankle is sprained!"
"Wow! That's so sad for him." I paused respectfully. "But how was your day?"
"It was fine. Preston was really late for school."
"Did you figure out about your Valentine box?"
"Yeah, we're going to make them tomorrow." Next breath, "Preston didn't go anywhere all day. Not even to recess. Everyone wanted to help him . . ."
And that, my friends, was the drama for the day. We talked about it the rest of the way home. And then we re-lived it once more for Scott at dinner.
No gossip. No one feeling left out in the lunchroom. Just Preston and his crutches. I remember when Elise was seven. She came home in tears because the school janitor was retiring. About the time Lauren was seven, “Jillian Brinton got glasses!”
So sweet. So seven.
No gossip. No one feeling left out in the lunchroom. Just Preston and his crutches. I remember when Elise was seven. She came home in tears because the school janitor was retiring. About the time Lauren was seven, “Jillian Brinton got glasses!”
So sweet. So seven.
And so the kind of drama I like.
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