Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Cathartic.

When I was little, like every other child with attachment issues, I had a blankie. It was fuzzy and blue and white with little kittens and clouds all over it. I loved that blanket and it was as much a part of me as my own thumb. In fact, the two went quite nicely together snuggling on the couch watching a little Captain Kangaroo.

One day some really unkind and ill-behaved children stole my blanket from me and it was never seen again. I still remember how much I missed that precious piece of cotton/poly blend and my mom singing me to sleep so there wouldn't be weeping and gnashing of teeth in my state of mourning. I did finally recover. Sort of.

Ok, by the Captain Kangaroo clue, you can probably guess it was more than a few years ago. We all know there are things that we lose that we just remember for a long time; especially if the loss was somewhat tramatic. A few posts ago tragedy struck the Hill home and our beloved cat Max was um..well..kindof..uh...you know, consumed by a pit-bull. My kids knew what happened mostly because Tee woke up in the middle of the "consumption" and loves some good drama. I love that kid but he's not shy with details and sweet Sadie has had some mourning of her own to do.

I was in Sunday school the other day and one of her wonderful teachers came up and whispered into my ear that she had just had Sadie in class. This particular teacher is an artist and had asked Sadie if she could draw something for her to color.

"Would you pwease dwaw me a picture of a pitbull wif a cat in its mouth? Like the one who got Max?"

So this precious, beautiful teacher drew her a great rendering and said Sadie colored it so carefully, really trying to stay in the lines and then carried it around with her for the rest of class. Look at the cat's sad face.


Kim, her teacher, told me it might be a little morbid for Sunday school but she thought it really meant something to Sadie and maybe it was kind of cathartic.

When we picked her up, she was very proud of her picture and I was so thankful for a teacher who could love my child outside of the box.

I'm having her come over next week to draw a picture of my blankie.

13 comments:

Kim said...

That's a great story! I love it when we find "out of the box ways" to validate what kiddos are processing!

Candy said...

Hey, Melissa! I can draw the blankie---now the pit bull munching the cat is way beyond me. I too am grateful for those who enter in and love my kids and grandkids are Jesus in skin!
Love you,
Candy

MissHannah said...

That is so sweet.

Abbie said...

That is so awesome!

Do you think she could draw me a picture of a beautiful can of Diet Coke?? My taste buds have been missing it so....

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Michelle said...

Oh my!! How great that the teacher could help in such a concrete way. And btw, I still have my blankie in a ziploc bag (in a packed away place, but I know I could get it if I really needed it). I'd cry today if it was ever really lost!

Michelle said...

Oh my!! How great that the teacher could help in such a concrete way. And btw, I still have my blankie in a ziploc bag (in a packed away place, but I know I could get it if I really needed it). I'd cry today if it was ever really lost!

The Void said...

Hey this is andrew. I actually ended up making a blog. I figured this would make for a nice creative outlet.

Forgive the seemingly melodramatic user name. I address that issue briefly in my first post. All that is on there right now is an introduction and two poems but I have plans on trying to post a lot more. All in due time.

Anyways I'd appreciate it if you read what is there and give me feedback. Not sugarcoated but honest.

emily said...

Whats up with the ratings?? Wow, good times over at A Long Way from the Theta House.

Sweet Sadie, needed to get that out and I'm thankful her teacher went along with it!

Melissa said...

Mercy! I did not put those ratings up. That's the last thing I need. Another reason to be insecure. Emailing Blogger to get the lo down.

JB said...

So sad for your sweet girl. That mean pitt bull! I bet my Yorkie would have saved Max!

Ellen said...

Awww. Sweet girl! I still have my baby blanket -- 3' by 3' with little colored safety pins all over. I didn't carry it around everywhere with me but I couldn't fall asleep without it!

Jess said...

What an amazing teacher!

I looked back and read the story of the pittbull. Horrible.

Please post a picture of the blankie when you get it!