So, for the first day, with the first group, we played a couple of bingo-type games, the first three
children and I. Then those children went off to find other work, and three more
children came. To mix things up, I pulled out a matching game. Well, one of the
girls from the first group wanted to play the matching game. But given the
number of students in the class, I couldn’t let her join the group this time.
Telling her this, though, led to weeping and wailing amidst repeated asking and
telling me how much she wanted to play the matching game.
Fortunately, eventually that passed. We moved onto another
group and played more bingo, and she moved on to work on other things.
Nap time came and went, along with outside time, during
which time the kids had a snack and a cup of water. It is important to note that the water was
brought in by the children’s parents because of the unknown quality of the
faucet water due to the recent flooding.
When they came back inside, we had a much smaller group, but
this also meant that I was the only teacher for the 3-5 year-old group, so I
wasn’t easily able to ask simple questions. Of course Barb was still there in
the toddler room, but I hated to bother her for little things. So when the
children were thirsty after their time outdoors, I didn’t know what the rules
were about giving them more water from the donations. But it did seem natural
to me that they be thirsty after being outside where it was warm. So I filled
the pitcher from morning snack time with water and set out some cups, and as
individuals asked me, I told them they could get a cup of water and sit down at
a clean table away from the toys where the other children were playing and
working.
Unfortunately, this method had children overfilling their
cups, including the little girl who had wanted so badly to play the matching
game that morning. Both she and another girl ended up spilling their cups, so I
gave them the sponge and rag so they could clean up their own mess, as is the
policy in the school. Well, the other little girl cleaned up her spill without
a problem and went on her way, but the girl who’d been crying that morning
broke down again into weeping and wailing about how thirsty she was. Based on
the experience from the morning with the French game, I naturally didn’t take
her too seriously, so I let her just get it out of her system for a while.
It went on for quite a while, though, and Barb came out from
the toddler room to see if everything was okay. I explained briefly, and she
was satisfied. And eventually, the little girl calmed down, in part because I
told her I would let her have another drink if she would calm down. Sometimes I
can be firm, but I’m not all together heartless. So, when she calmed down, I
let her get another cup, but told her not to fill her cup very full, just a
little. She followed my instructions well, only filling the cup half full (or
leaving it half empty?). But the next thing I knew, she’d spilled this cup,
too, which, of course, brought on another flood of tears. She didn’t say anything
this time, though, perhaps just frustrated with the situation and reconciling
herself to the fact that today was just a bad day.
And so now, my heart started really going out to her. I
rubbed her back and showed my understanding to her, explaining I knew today was
just a bad day. She agreed. Of course, this was in English, since I needed her
to understand. When she calmed down, I wanted to give her some more water. But
by this point, though, there was only a very little bit of water left in the
pitcher. Fortunately no one else was asking, though, so I filled her cup with
the last little bit of water, and she did her best to put on a happy face for
the rest of the afternoon.
The most curious thing about the day, though, happened later that
evening when I was reading the scriptures with my parents. We were in Matthew,
and it just so happened that I was the one to read as we reached the end of
Chapter 10, where it reads,
“And whosoever shall give to drink
unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a
disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.”
After the first water spill, particularly given
the French game incident earlier that day, I admit I was inclined not to let
her have another cup. After the second, I could have easily just said that
there wasn’t enough water. There really wasn’t much. But the Lord touched my
heart, reminding me that I need to treat these children as a good mother would,
as I would treat my nieces and nephews—in short, as Jesus himself would. And
though a few drops it was, the Lord helped me make the right decision. For as
the scriptures also say, by small and simple things, great things shall come to
pass. The little girl will trust me, and I can remember to soften my heart
towards the little children.