A True Crayola Wonder
I find myself remembering a specific little girl that I had the honor of teaching as a practicum student in college, a little girl who at the age of three taught me lessons that I am still learning in my own life at the age of twenty eight. Josie was one of a kind, a brilliant just turned three year old with a twin brother who had significant disabilities. Josie was paralyzed from the mid chest down due to a spinal cord stroke as a premature infant, which impacted her diaphragm and thus her ability to speak loudly and clearly, but in all other ways of development she was above and beyond expectations. She was so patient with her brother, and she was his protector making sure that he was never overlooked at circle time or during activities in the classroom.
One day during free play in the classroom, otherwise known as barely controlled chaos, I observed that Josie was over at the fine motor/art center and she was methodically wheeling herself back and forth from the shelf to the table. What I saw amazed me. She had apparently been unable to obtain anyone's attention over the din of her peers shouts and laughter and yelling, so she decided to get the materials she needed by herself to draw. The paper had posed no difficulty, but the basket of crayons was too large and awkward for her to place on her lap and wheel over to the table. So instead she was putting one single crayon on her lap, wheeling over to the table, placing it beside her stack of paper, and then wheeling back for another color. I watched in amazement at her determination. She was not frustrated, she was not angry that it was taking her so long to do what another child could have done in a single grasp, she was not bitter. She was focused and proud of her ability to achieve her goal even if it took her more than a dozen trips to retrieve all of the colors she wanted. I had to sit on my hands to prevent myself from jumping in to "rescue" her. When she finally had every color she wanted and had secured herself before the table to begin coloring a smile brighter than any I had ever seen lit up her face as she surveyed what she had accomplished. She had done it - it may have taken a little longer, it may have been done a little differently, but she had done it! As she started to color, I slid into a chair next to her and we had the cutest little conversation.
Me: Josie, that is a beautiful picture! Can I color with you?
Josie: Sure! But you have to get your own crayons!!
Josie, thank you for teaching me how to get my own crayons, and how to be so proud of every success, and how to never give up when it seems like you can never move the mountain (or crayon basket). I was your student far more than you were mine!!
April 30, 2010 at 2:48 PM
Well, thanks... I always need Rainbow Fridays...
the tears stayed in my eyes...
but the smile... well it jumped right off of my face!
May 2, 2010 at 2:58 PM
"I had to sit on my hands to prevent myself from jumping in to "rescue" her."
Those opportunities of accomplishment are what build self-esteem and negate learned-helplessness.
Many make the mistake of assisting too early in the task and for too long in the child's life. Not easy for people to see this - more need to read this post. This blog. Thanks for writing, Bethany. Barbara
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