Friday evening, as I was getting dinner ready, the doorbell rang. I was instantly annoyed because I thought it was another Jehovah’s Witness, trying to foist their good news on me which, inexplicably, does not involve cash or tangible prizes. I say tangible because, well, the promise of a vacation may be more appealing to me right now than the promise of eternal life.
Imagine my surprise to find Connor’s SPED teacher at the door. She was all smiles and handed me a white paper bag for Connor (who was in the shower), and said she’d see us (tonight) at “Meet the Teacher.”
Connor and I sat at the table together and read the note:
We poured the contents onto the table, and I started picking up objects and asking, “What does this mean?”
Me: “What does the rubber band mean?”
Connor: “Uh, to shoot at things or put around something.”
Me: “No, remember the note, it says the rubber band symbolizes a hug.”
Connor: “Oh. What does symbolize mean?” That’s a hard one to explain, by the way. Have you tried explaining that one yet?
Me: “How about the tissue, remember what that one means?”
Connor: “Yeah, it’s for when you have really gross boogers.”
Me: “What about the button?”
Connor: “That’s for pants. Or a shirt.”
Me: “And the candy kiss?”
Connor: “That’s to eat!! Can I have it now?”
Oh well, it was a lovely and creative thought. But the symbolism was lost on my super literal thinker. I wish all teachers put that kind of effort into welcoming our anxious kids back to school. It was a great way to ease the tension.
It was a great lesson for me, too. I will be sending Connor to the door the next time the JW’s come around. He will not rest until he extracts some actual good news out of them, and not just far-off stories.