Last night saw the culmination of an almighty school project for Miss11 and her peers.
The mammoth exercise had involved a biography of a famous person complete with dress up, a stand and the mother of all nightmares, a speech in front of her classmates complete with parents and the odd grandparent.
Whilst my stress came in the form of securing boxes for the stands Miss11’s stress was of course, the speech. Talking publicly in front of people. She insisted that she was going to pee herself and I assured her that she wouldn’t and that she was going to shine like the sun in the sky.
I sat in the classroom with camera in hand and photographed the kids as they did their speeches with the requisite powerpoint display in the background. I slowly noticed a noise coming from the back of the class and realised that one little boy was completely besides himself at the thought of having to stand up in front of all the adults and talk and was quietly sobbing. As his classmates noticed I saw this collective concern developing with them until one little boy went outside with him to try and comfort him.
All the kids did their speeches and it was only him left to go. He went up, still distraught with the mom suggesting that his friend go with him up there for support. Sometimes you are grateful to be in the right place at the right time to witness an extraordinary moment. The little boy’s friend didn’t go up there to stand next to him for support. He took the speech and said it for him. Writing this I still want to cry that an 11 year old boy can exhibit such compassion and instinctively know that he needed to step up for his friend and do this without any fuss or bother.
I’ve been walking around for the past few weeks in a giant size pair of cranky pants. It’s moments like this that are great equalisers. That just level playing fields and create perspectives. And make you cry with their goodness and simplicity.
Love and light