When Lulu and I arrived at Merryhill this morning, her teacher, Miss Miranda, was pretty overwhelmed. State law requires a child to caregiver ratio of 8:1 and she was at her limit (literally). There was a little boy (whose name I don't know) sitting at one of the tables with a bowl of dried banana slices and raisins in front of him who was crying his little heart out as Miranda was dealing with the other six children who demanded her attention. My heart went out to the little guy and because Lulu was in one of her moods where she was clinging to my leg and not wanting to let go, I had to think of a strategy to get out the door.
So, I pointed him out to Lulu and suggested, "Lulu, he's very sad. Why don't we give him a hug to make him feel better?" She was reluctant to do so (I think b/c she didn't want to let me go), she we both went over. I knelt down behind him with Lulu beside me and gave him a hug (full disclosure: Lulu was hugging me more than him). And the little guy instantly stopped sobbing once someone recognized his unhappiness and responded to his need for attention and care. After I rocked back on my heels a bit, I encouraged Lulu to give him another hug and she leaned in for a proper hug of her classmate.
And that's all it took. He was finally content and Lulu allowed me to leave without tears. And knowing that I had helped someone feel better, at least for a little while, warmed my spirit for the rest of the morning. I hope that modeling compassionate behavior, and encouraging Lulu to do the same, will mold a sensitive, empathetic little girl who cares about others' suffering. And I hope that another mother, presented with the same situation, would encourage her child to do the same.