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Friday, December 30, 2011


Since Joseph started this new school year in preschool, I have only heard of mainly one friend: Alice.

Mommy, I play blocks wif Alice.
Mommy, Alice not at school today.  Her sick.
Mommy, I made dis for Alice.
Mommy, I like Alice.
Mommy, Alice ride my bus.
Joe?  Did you play with Alice today?  No Mommy, her tired, her sleep.

It wasn't until the Halloween party that I finally met Alice.  She was dressed as Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz.  She looked very festive from her blue checkered dress to her ruby red sparkling slippers.  Joe wanted to walk with Alice in the parade through the hallways of the school and he gently touched her check during snack.  I was able to capture a picture of Alice and Joe after snack, before we packed up to go home.  Joe looked enamoured.  Let me tell you, Joe adores Alice.

I recently printed out this picture for Joe to give to Alice.  I helped him write a message on a sticky note and he signed his name.  We placed the picture in the bag with other presents for him to take to school.  As Joe climbed onto the bus that morning, he dug through the bag to retrieve the picture, walked back to a sleeping Alice and gently tucked the picture into the folds of her jacket.  He left her with a pat to ensure the picture was safe and jumped into his seat.

When I arrived at the preschool holiday party, the kids were actively playing about the room with a group of parents looking on from the door.  Peeking through the crowd, I spotted Joe next to Alice, gently stroking her hair, moving the toy on the tray of her wheelchair.  He ran off to play a little then returned to Alice, using her bib to wipe her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ear, patting her under the chin.  One parent said, "Look at that boy with Alice, he is so good with her" another replied, "Yes, he is so gentle with her, so sweet".  Hand over my heart, my eyes welled up.  That's my boy.

I'm not sure how or why this boy has developed such a gentle soul towards Alice...and it really doesn't matter to me.  My heart is warmed knowing this side of my boy.

Now I need to go..I have left  these children on their own for too long...I'm afraid of what the Gentle-Alice-Adorer may be doing to his sister.

1 comment:

  1. Now that's what it's all about. That's beautiful.