Sometimes, as a sort of long distance teacher’s assistant, I find myself reading paragraphs written by anonymous children I will never really meet. But every once in awhile, one of them knocks my socks off with their tenderness of thought… little light of wisdom… or a truly wonderful way of saying something. And I wonder – do you know just how special you are? And so, I wrote a never-to-be-delivered letter to one of these. For myself…because I would love to encourage them to keep on soaring and shining in this world – if I really had a way And, maybe for you who need to believe just what a gift you are too.
Little boy of the literary name,
I “met” you, just by chance – your stories in answers to questions coming across my desk. Not really part of my assignment, but there you suddenly were… lighting up the page with words that drew me in, like a hand moving a curtain to one side, exposing a window into the boy of feeling and insight you are…and told me– this kid’s a writer!
I read you over, then over again. You made my spirit skip with such simple words.
How you opened your story honestly, brought me into the moment you wished you could take back some angry words against one you love. How you recognized her hurt, and heard it in her voice when she had to put a deserved restriction on you as punishment. And nothing you could say would change her mind.
I could see you shuffling on outside, zero else to do but hang out hitting a few with the only one around…
You took me into that scene, so that I could almost feel the way hours slipped by into waning light of day before you knew it. How they enfolded you in an unexpected moment of camaraderie you had never before imagined between you…like sunlight stood still over you…draining away your frustration and leaving you warmed by the awe of this time capsule moment.
Your best day ever, you said. One you would never forget. And then…you told me how you learned something wondrous. That sometimes things can start out sorrowfully, even in anger, then turn into one gift followed by another. Because she saw your heart out there in the catching and the throwing, and forgave you…extended grace that rescinded the punishment. And how in the end, the greatest blessing to you was discovering the fun you’d found playing in the everyday ordinary with your little brother.
You left me…wowed.
And then… you did it all over again in your next story. Describing the day you and your mom shared, planting colors in the garden, laughing at nothing and at everything… enjoying the digging side by side in the earth, choosing the perfect plants together, feeling closer than ever…seeing God all around you.
And as I think back on what newness fell upon this summer season, I will remember you.
And the wonder of the afternoon that turned your day from bored gray to warm amber. How your words did the same for me. Making me see as you did… a gift can come when you least expect it. How I wish I could tell you.
Because you…eleven year-old friend I can never know beyond your one page of pretty much anonymous words… are a writer!
© Pam Depoyan
If today you are doubting yourself,
I want you to know — Someone sees the real you,
is moved by you and is cheering you on!
Joined this story with Emily Freeman