When a kid refuses to play
I love Fridays and the chance to join Lisa-Jo’s community to write freely for five minutes. And then to get comments, “the love language of bloggers.” Won’t you join us? Given the word of the day, you really should. Today’s word: Join.
My Bird was shy. Or she was pretending to be. “Go” I said. “Ask that little girl to play with you.” Bird was three, sweet and wild. Bird was my first and I was anxious for my girl to form friendships, to fill her God-given desire to join others her age in play.
So my little Bird, she flitted over to the other toddler. And in her toddler cadence asked her to play. And I held my breath. And that other girl, with skin like dark chocolate, a child of the Sudan refugee’s that settled in town, well she looked at my Bird with wide white eyes. She spun around and ran home to her mama on the apartment porch across the street. My Bird wobbled and collapsed, crying that she shouldn’t have asked.
My first-child mama’s heart, it worried and fretted. What if my Bird would never ask anyone to play again? What if she didn’t recover her confidence? I didn’t recognize the resilience of the desire to join that God places in us. It takes multiple rejections and adult emotion coupled with bad logic to stop that joining drive. He made us to be joiners and He doesn’t give us more than we can handle. And my Bird, she’s made friends on every playground since then, using squirrels when other children couldn’t be found.