As the calendar turns to August, the trees and grass and
flowers have begun to look a little tired.
Advertising turns from summer fun equipment to Back-to-School
sales. Harried moms begin to look
hopeful and kids are either excited or sad, depending on how they feel about
school. I was always one of the excited
ones because I liked school. I also
loved summer vacation, but by August I was ready to return to a familiar
routine. I liked the new clothes and
shoes that back to school time brought, but I was also excited to get new
school supplies. One of my favorite
things was a new box of crayons. I can
still remember begging and pleading for the biggest box of crayons available. When I opened my new box of crayons, all
sorts of possibilities loomed------beautiful works of art (although I was never
really blessed with artistic talent); graphs to color for math or science projects; maps to mark with separate colors
for each country in geography class. The
crayons were somehow symbolic of all there was to learn that year.
I recently opened a box of crayons as I was going through
some items that were donated to my program.
I learned that the smell of those sticks of color can still send me back
to that place of the promise of a good year ahead. Will the child that gets those crayons be
excited and hopeful and eager to learn?
Will he or she have people in his life to help him achieve those
things? Will the school year hold opportunities
to create art and learn about our world?
As I sort through those donations, I pray the simple box of crayons will
hold magic for that child as well.
I noticed something else as I studied that box of
crayons. All of them stood sharp and
tall and neat, not caring who---or what color---was next to them. White was next to pink, black and brown. Blue was surrounded by a myriad of colors, as
were all the rest. They rest in the box
in perfect harmony. All the colors are
necessary to make a beautiful picture, to create a map or scientific
graph. Humans could learn a lot of valuable
lessons from a box of crayons. We are
all necessary to create the world we live in.
We may look different on the outside, but on the inside we are all the
same. When we learn to coexist
peacefully in spite of our differences------when we appreciate the different
things each of us bring to the big picture----when we learn each of us is
equally important to the world we live in----we will be on our way to being as
beautiful and harmonious as the box of crayons.
Opportunity and promise will lay in front of us as it did in the eyes of
that schoolgirl in all those Augusts years ago.
Susie Kensil
Shelby County Domestic Violence Coordinator
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