Sunday * December 16th 2018


Rose in the Rain...

Lately, I’ve been reading posts and comments on a few RV-ing blogs.  Paranoid sensitive creature that I am, I thought some of the diatribe was directed at me.  It wasn’t.  Today, I actually found the offender blogger through doing a little detective work (Yes, I’m an Internet sleuth!) and was somewhat taken aback by the battery of verbiage.   Anyway, I’m glad I’m not part of the mix…

However, I am reminded of a passage called “The Little Boy” by Helen Buckley that I read when I first began my teaching career.  I think we can apply it to blog writing – everybody just “draw with your own colors.”  There’s a subtle lesson in the following that we all can learn.  🙂

Once a little boy went to school. It was quite a big school, but when the boy found he could go right to his room from the playground outside he was happy, and the school didn’t seem quite so big anymore. One morning when the little boy had been in school for a while, the teacher said, “Today, we are going to make a picture.” “Good,” thought the little boy. He liked to make pictures. He could make lions and tigers and trains and boats. He took out his crayons and began to draw. But the teacher said, “Wait, it’s not time to begin.” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now”, said the teacher, “we are going to make flowers. “”Good,” thought the little boy, and he began to make beautiful flowers with his orange and pink and blue crayons. But the teacher said, “Wait.” She drew a picture on the blackboard. It was red with a green stem. “There, now you may begin.” The little boy looked at the teacher’s flower. He liked his better, but he did not say this. He just turned his paper over and made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red with a green stem.

On another day the teacher said, “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good” thought the little boy. He could make all kinds of things with clay – snakes and snowmen and elephants and mice – and he began to pinch and pull his ball of clay. But again the teacher said, “Wait, I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make one deep dish. The little boy just rolled his clay in a round ball and made a dish like the teacher’s. And pretty soon the little boy learned to wait and make things just like the teacher’s. And pretty soon he didn’t make things of his own anymore.

And then it happened that the little boy and his family moved to another city and the boy had to go to another school. On the first day he went to the school the teacher said, “Today we are going to make a picture. “Good”, thought the little boy and he waited for the teacher to tell him what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room. When she came to the boy she said, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes, “said the boy. “What are we going to make?” “Well, I don’t know until you make it, “said the teacher. “How should I make it?” said the boy. “Why, anyway you like!” “And any color?” “Any color” said the teacher. “If everyone made the same thing in the same color, how would I know what and which was which?” “I don’t know”, said the boy, and he began to draw a flower. It was red with a green stem.

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  1. Our world is just a teensy bit too small, as Annie pointed out. I’m lucky to be too stupid to ever know I should take offense. What, me worry?
    The Good Luck Duck´s last blog post ..Moving day

    • Desert Diva UNITED STATES says:

      I totally agree with Annie – sometimes the blog-o-sphere is way too small. Good attitude – “What me worry?” 😉

  2. Uh, oops, I didn’t mean you SHOULD take offense. I don’t think anyone should take offense. I don’t think anyone meant offense. I want to stay on a fence.
    The Good Luck Duck´s last blog post ..Moving day

  3. sue CANADA says:

    OMG..where have you been all of my blogging life! the true that is!!..

    • Desert Diva UNITED STATES says:

      I’m been here – at least for awhile. I’ve always loved that story and kept it in mind when considering the individuality of a student. However, as I said we all can learn a lesson from “being ourselves.” 🙂

  4. Kelly CANADA says:

    Good story ! We were taught to conform and don’t question things.
    I wonder if people just find it easier to go with the flow and don’t cause any ripples.
    I would think your school and especially the students will miss a teacher with sensitivity like you Cheryl…..

    • Desert Diva UNITED STATES says:

      Hi Kelly,

      Yes, we are indeed a conformist society. However, some of us “march to a different drummer.” Thanks for visiting! 🙂

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