Silliness, Part Two, aka "Bucky"
I took Mac and James to the school last night for the annual Holiday Celebration. It was very nice--they fed us fried chicken, "cheesey" mashed potatoes, corn, and wilted salad. After dinner, we rotated through the building to various educational "stations."
Throughout the evening, we frequently encountered a little guy named "Bucky." Bucky was around five or six years old and a self-proclaimed expert on everything (the school, Santa, good manners, etc).
As Mac was caressing (not kidding) Santa, James and I waited beside Bucky on the cafeteria benches. At one point, James was fidgety, and inadvertently "kicked" Bucky in the thigh. Obviously irritated, Bucky let out a shriek. We (I) immediately apologized.
"That's alright," Bucky sighed, rubbing his leg and glaring at James.
"You're very understanding," I remarked.
"I know," Bucky answered, "I'm a 'good heart.'"
"Is that so?" I asked, struggling to hold James, who had gone boneless.
"Yes, that's what everyone tells me. Do you know what that means?" Bucky leaned over, conspiratorially. "It means, I'm sweet."
Uh huh.
I tell you this because, for a brief period about a year ago, Mac went around introducing himself as an "angel straight from heaven" because that's what his mom and dad called him.
Nothing like patting yourself on the back.
Now, that's what I call healthy self-esteem.
Throughout the evening, we frequently encountered a little guy named "Bucky." Bucky was around five or six years old and a self-proclaimed expert on everything (the school, Santa, good manners, etc).
As Mac was caressing (not kidding) Santa, James and I waited beside Bucky on the cafeteria benches. At one point, James was fidgety, and inadvertently "kicked" Bucky in the thigh. Obviously irritated, Bucky let out a shriek. We (I) immediately apologized.
"That's alright," Bucky sighed, rubbing his leg and glaring at James.
"You're very understanding," I remarked.
"I know," Bucky answered, "I'm a 'good heart.'"
"Is that so?" I asked, struggling to hold James, who had gone boneless.
"Yes, that's what everyone tells me. Do you know what that means?" Bucky leaned over, conspiratorially. "It means, I'm sweet."
Uh huh.
I tell you this because, for a brief period about a year ago, Mac went around introducing himself as an "angel straight from heaven" because that's what his mom and dad called him.
Nothing like patting yourself on the back.
Now, that's what I call healthy self-esteem.
posted by Cate at 10:38 AM
5 Comments:
Keep filling his head with those positive affirmations and nothing will seem impossible to him. He'll reach the sky in no time.
:-)
Tanya
Oh, I enjoyed this one a lot. Note to self: watch my "praise language" with my daughter.
Cate,
Sorry I haven't been around lately. No excuses just laziness.
I think it is great that kids can feel so confident and proud about themselves.
It's too bad that we cannot keep that same level of confidence through life.
I think if more people couls praise people rather than criticize them, we would all be better people and probably a better world.
Bucky is very funny. I laughed out loud when I read this. I wish I had that kind of self-esteem when I was a kid. I was the one hiding over in the corner, scared to death that someone would expect me to talk to them.
We could all do with even a smidgen (word?) of Bucky's self esteem, huh?
Go, Bucky!
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