My tride and true friend, Gina, from over at Namaste By Day is here today with a post for you. I'm thrilled because she brings such a great, unique look on life as a full time teacher and full time momma. Me and Gina go way back. Honestly, I'm not even sure how I met her but I'm so, so grateful that I did. So treat her kindly :)
Hi, Loves of Life readers! I am honored to be guest posting here today. Like you, I adore Katie and her blog and honestly I'm a bit nervous to be posting anything in her amazing space. (This is Katie, Gina, You are awesome and you know it, oh and welcome here anytime. mwah.)
I work as a speech-language pathologist in an elementary school, and one of my favorite things to do is to work with my students in art class. It's a great spot for kids to use social language with their friends and it tends to work well for a variety of real-life lessons. Just recently, my kids taught me a lesson in art class, however. And since Katie used to be an art teacher, I figured this was a great place to share my story.
I work with a little girl with autism in art class. We usually work on her using appropriate social language to ask peers to pass materials, use her language when frustrated when she makes a mistake, and even improve overall conversational skills. Because she has autism, her receptive language is also somewhat delayed, so she doesn't always understand directions. This week, the students were learning about mixing colors, shading, and tinting. They were supposed to mix two colors of paint on their paper and see what the new color became.
This little girl didn't quite get those directions, and started mixing yellow and red together in her paint tray. This wouldn't have been a big deal, except for the fact that she was sharing it with another student. I braced myself, expecting her partner to get frustrated that now her paint was messed up.
To my surprise, the other little girl smiled kindly at my student and simply dipped her paintbrush on the very edge of the paint. "I can get a little plain yellow right here," she explained.
I was blown away. This was a third grader who was wiser and more warm-hearted than most adults I know. While I don't want this to be the theme of my post, I'm always floored by lack of tolerance and kindness by "grown-ups."
Don't get me wrong. I'm not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. However, what a difference this world would be if we all took a lesson from this eight-year-old. Notice without judging. Be tolerant of other's shortcomings and differences in general. Adapt when others in your life make mistakes, rather than rushing to anger. You never know...sometimes, you might just see new colors in the world.