After lunch today I stepped into the restroom and found a lit­tle girl stand­ing at the sink.  She was prob­a­bly in 2^nd grade.  Qui­etly play­ing at the sink she looked a bit sad.  She wasn’t say­ing any­thing at all.

Her skirt was tucked into her pants just a lit­tle and I let her know, I didn’t want her to go out and be embar­rassed or made fun of.  She didn’t really respond so I told her I’d fix it.  As I got her straight­ened out a bit I noticed she had a small note taped in her hair.

I inquired about it, ask­ing if she knew it was there.  She told me sadly some­thing had “hap­pened”.  She was obvi­ously a lit­tle upset from being picked on.  Hid­ing a for a cou­ple moments in the bath­room.  Try­ing to get the tape out of her hair but afraid it would hurt. 

I very gen­tly removed it and asked if she was alright.  She nod­ded.  I let her know that the tape was all taken care of, and she walked out of the restroom.  I hope I helped a lit­tle, I think I did.

Kids get picked on.  It hap­pened to me, it hap­pened to Sher­man, it will hap­pen to Comma.  I know this.  She’ll bounce back and be the cheery lit­tle girl I’ve seen before.  She was hav­ing a rough day and some­one had been mean. 

It didn’t make me want to hunt down the kids that put tape in her hair and give them a stern talk­ing to any less. 

Some day Comma will come home after a rough day.  Not want­ing to talk about it Comma will head to their bed­room and shake it off.  I’ll have to resist the urge to pry too deep and hunt down the nasty lit­tle bug­gers that made my baby sad. 

Hope­fully I’ll remem­ber that some­times it’s just about ask­ing if they are ok and gen­tly get­ting the tape out of their hair.