Yes, it's true. My sunbeams made me cry today. Well, not my sunbeams...just ONE sunbeam.
Here's the story. I have a class of 6 kids. Mostly girls, all of which are fantastic. Who cares that they like to be ballarina's in the middle of sharing time or eat extra cups of goldfish...they are really good kids. They say prayers, they answer questions, they giggle, they are goofy...but who cares, they are good kids.
And then there is Triston. Don't let his little blue eyes and dimples fool you. He can changes personalities in a heartbeat. One moment he'll be telling you a secret and the next he'll tell you he hates you and start hitting other children.
So, today I came prepared...or so I thought. I came up with a little chart with jobs for the kids to remember while sitting in sharing time.
A hand: to remember to keep our hands to ourselves
A chair: to remember to sit in our chairs
A mouth: to remember to talk in quiet voices
The first 30 mintues went well and then it started. Triston- "I don't want to be nice..aghhh!!" "I hate this song" "I don't like you" "This is my evil voice"
Then he starts scooting in his chair across the sharing time room. I take him and put him on my lap since he keeps doing it....he grabs my arm with his fingernails and starts pinching. Finally he stops with me threatening to get his dad. (I hate to resort to that).
Then in class...he chucks the goldfish across the room, he spills all my little marbles on the floor, he tries to lock himself in the closet, he rams his chair up against my legs, he squishes himself between the chairs and the walls, he holds his fist like he is going to punch me. Meanwhile, it's not like I'm a bad teacher. We are playing all the really fun games with finding animals, acting out pioneer songs and everything.
Triston starts getting crazier and crazier and I try to ignore him. But, then I can't take it anymore and all the other kids are getting weirded out by him too. Instead of them being fun, they are all just sitting there and watching Triston self destruct.
I look at Triston and say, "you are making me very sad today."
Class ends, his dad comes and Triston chucks the crayons on the ground and walks out the door.
"That wasn't very nice," said Triston's dad, "say thank you."
"thank you," says Triston and he walks out the door.
Mike comes to the door and asks me how class went...and that's when I started crying. The other kids were so busy coloring they didn't notice.
I hope I don't cry every week I leave church, but I might.