FOWC with Fandango — Masterpiece
It never was going to be a Masterpiece. The little boy always came to school in tatty and worn clothes and stinking of urine. None of the other kids wanted to go near him, and at assembly and other such events you could see them visibly moving away from him and closer to their neighbour on the other side. He had no friends at all. And it got worse when he got a skin infection on his hands, and sores aound his mouth.
But he was a cheerful, friendly little boy, often putting his hand up in class to ask questions. He had a lively interest in all subjects.
Art was one of his favourite subjects, and one day he proudly brought his offering to me for my approval. No, it was not a Masterpiece, but it was beautiful. An amazing painting of an insect, minutely presented. To me, it was the most beautiful thing I had seen for a long time. It had been painted with love. And that was what mattered. I thanked him for this offering, and told him it was beautiful. It was lovely to see him go away with a smile on his face.
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Lovely Lorraine. This is the kind of reaction that nurtures a child, rather than quash him when something is less than perfect.
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This works on so many levels. Lovely.
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It was a child in my class when I was teaching Di.
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Makes it all the more precious Lorraine.
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Thanks Di 😊
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Awe how adorable! Is it true? xo
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Yes it is true Carol Anne. I used to be a teacher and he was a little boy in myy class xx
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