Peace Be Unto You
Two days ago, when I was taking my two youngest children to a group music lesson, my six-year-old daughter Charity showed me once again why her name fits her perfectly. She started writing a note in the car and explained to me that at school she had been “a little mean” to a boy named Jack and she wanted to say sorry. From what I gathered, another girl had convinced Charity to run away from Jack on the playground and then she felt bad about it. Her note said this, with some backwards letters and misspellings: “Jack, I am so sorry that I was a litl bit men to you yestejay.” She took a seashell from her collection and put it in an envelope with the note, and yesterday she gave it to him at school. I was amazed at the fact that she did this all unprompted. I asked her about it last night, and she told me that other kids are mean to this boy. She said she is the only one nice to him and she played with him at recess yesterday. She also added that she tells people at school her name is Char...