At mass on Sunday, there was a table with markers and paper set aside for small children. The Princess bounded up. There was another little girl ensconced colouring a little Kitty picture slowly and deliberately. “These” she said covering them with an arm “are my markers”. Although there were lots of other markers, it soon became abundantly clear why she had brought her own as none of the church supplied ones worked at all well. The Princess was distraught. Had I a biro? I had not.
There was another small girl drawing at the table with a solitary pen her grandmother had given her. She said to me “would your little girl like to borrow my pen?”. I nearly hugged her. Great rejoicing ensued and the two children bonded and shared the pen and at the sign of peace wandered round the church together and cordially shook hands with everyone in the congregation.
There’s a moral there somewhere.
i am horrified to admit that the Wee One adamantly refused to share her markers with an absolutely adorable little girl next to us in the pew. (our church has crayons, i brought markers as a special bribe for sitting through the traditional service rather than the family service)
The Wee One is shy and completely freaked out over the kind little girl’s friendly advances, and i was mortified.
The Wee One also refuses to shake hands at the Peace.
Sigh.
Take your own markers? Is that the moral?
Merry Christmas lovely ‘waffle … x