Today was park day with Las Vegas Lifelearners, our unschooling group. For some reason, though, most of the group has shunned this park, at least for the past two meetings here. I like it. It has wide open spaces where the kids can run, with shade trees, and a playground with a real climbing rock, not one of those pussy rock climbing walls (joking).
Zorah really likes one boy in the group in particular. They have played well together each time that they have seen each other. Anyway, his little sister found a plastic, smiley-face, heart-shaped pendant on the ground. She played with it for a while then set it on our picnic table. Zorah found it, and the girl's mother let her have it. She showed it to her friend, who claimed it as his own because Zorah told him that his sister had found it.
Of course Z was upset. The other kids tried to tell him to give it back to her, so he ran with it to his mom, crying now himself. When she told him to give it to Zorah, he was upset to the point of screaming. Zorah held the heart in her hands and listened to him sobbing for a few seconds. Then she looked at him, got up from my lap, walked over to him, and handed him the heart. She said she saw how sad he was and didn't want him to be sad anymore. I could have cried.
The kids played for a while longer, then we went to feed the ducks. Since they were all getting a bit touchy (can you say naptime?), we headed home after that.
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