I have never been so thankful for compassionate children as I have been this week. I watched Tyler’s first soccer practice on Tuesday wondering if it would be frustrating for him. All the other kids have been playing since August under Coach Profe (a nickname earned by playing professional soccer). Because of this they are leaps and bounds ahead of him in skill level. I watched two of the children ask to be his partner, pick him for their scrimmage and encourage him all during practice. This was so good for him to know that they wanted him to play even though he was unsure of himself. He is excited about the next practice because of their encouragement.
Emm had her first gymnastics practice today. As most of you know Emma is very shy around strangers and groups. She was with six other girls and two boys, all 2-3 years older than her. Her coach is also Profe, who speaks no English. I was not sure this was going to go well considering it is everything Emma is nervous about: a group of strangers, a teacher she can’t understand and an activity she know nothing about. I smiled and teared up as a little girl 3 years older than Emma sat down beside her and began translating for her. She didn’t just stop there. Every move they were suppose to make, she would take Emma’s legs/arms/etc and put them in the correct position. Even when Profe tried to help Emma did not freeze up. He worked with her on cartwheels, forward rolls, backward rolls, handstands, backbends and flipping off the bar. She had so much fun that she refused to take her “costume” off until she could show Daddy all that she learned.
For many reasons this has been a little bit of a tough week for the kids, especially Emma. I am so thankful for a God who knows exactly how to take care of and encourage my children. I am especially thankful for young children who are sensitive to God telling them how to help others.