A month ago there was a big buzz in the Read Room, Miss Anna was going to have a baby. The children were so excited and eager to share their own experiences with new babies. One little girl even told me, “Miss Anna, my mom had a baby and let me tell you, it was not pretty.”
A week or so later the Lord decided to take that little baby home. I was gone for a week and when I returned several of the children came rushing up to me asking me how the baby was and how big it was now and if I knew if it was a boy or a girl yet. I explained to them the baby had died. One of the girls, Tabitha, immediately became very concerned for me. She took me aside and explained to me that my baby was in heaven with God and that he could see me and that he knew that I was his mom. Then she paused a minute and assured me that I could always have another baby. Later that day in class she quietly asked me if we should all talk about what happened together.
Each day that week she did that same thing if there was a child, who had not been there earlier in the week, she wanted to make sure everyone knew. She did this in such a manner as if to insure everyone would be sensitive toward me. Every day that week she asked how I was doing, hugged me and continued to reassure me that my baby was in heaven. At the end of the week she sent me a Stamp letting me know she was sorry that the baby had died.
It should be no surprise to know that one of Tabitha’s strengths is caring. Perhaps in a strange way I was thankful to get to be a part of her having the opportunity to be a blessing by utilizing the very strength God created her with. The traditional relationship between a child and an adult was no obstacle for her, she saw the need for comfort and she was compelled to be a comforter. I was genuinely blessed and comforted by this little girl. I was equally as amazed by her effort to gently lead her peers to have the same attitude of compassion. God has given strengths to each of us, and I have no doubt that He fully intended them to be used as tools of blessing --- regardless of age.
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