Judge Kavanaugh's 10 year old wanted to pray for the woman. He said that he was proud of her for that, though his behavior didn't reflect it. A lot of wisdom from children, he went on.
Today, Garden Club at Prince proved the last part.
A womanly 5th grader, matured earlier than her peers and carrying more weight than looked optimal, was hanging out with me as her classmates carried cups and watering cans from the cafeteria to the garden. She made one run, and that was enough. We agreed that irrigation without water is less than wonderful, and then she began to talk about bullying.
I'm not sure why, but she did.
She told me that bullies have bad home lives and that's why they act the way they do She told me that bullies won't grow up to be successful, to be rich, because they have bad attitude. Sweating and wiping our faces on our shirt sleeves, we pondered the mysteries of why, as I directed the hand irrigation behind her.
It was a moment.
And then the football thrown by the big, early maturing, raucous, popular boys, the ones who were going to play on the high school field at 5:30 that afternoon, that football landed squarely in the middle of one of my garden beds.
You've assassinated my marigold!
They came into the garden, abashed, laughing loudly and nervously, and wondering What is a marigold?? I showed them, breaking off the damaged flower and securing it behind the left ear of one as another gave me a hug and said how sorry they all were. They moved their game to the other side of the swing set, calling out 'Bye, Grandma! Sorry, Grandma!
The boys and the marigold were gone, but my smile remained. And I couldn't help comparing these kids who truly have no connections, who go to an admittedly fabulous but certainly not exclusive or elite school, these multi-ethnic teammates to the picture painted by those who were there of Brett Kavanaugh and his.
I was very proud of our Prince Scholars today.
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