A Red Sweatshirt, An Orange Sweatshirt

Two little boys, very different indeed.  One pushes, one stands still.  One shoves, one complains.  One bothers, one wonders why.

Mr. Red Sweatshirt is smaller.  Mr. Orange Sweatshirt is faster.  "Please be kind to each other," the helper says.

Days go by.  The grumbling continues between the two.  "I'm six."  "Yeah, so what!  I'm seven..."

Isn't that how it can be with adults, too?  Probably it does not transpire outwardly the same exactly, but inwardly the scenario may be just the same.

Suddenly, Mr. Red Sweatshirt prances up to the helper to inform her quite proudly that he and Mr. Orange Sweatshirt are now friends.  Running together on the playground, it is a lovely sight to behold, and how happy the two have become.  What changed?

Their personal choice.  Their personal perspective.  The unspoken reasoning manifesting - to get along with a classmate is far better than to not.  That transparency, that ease of acceptance and forgiveness is the part of being a child I greatly miss.