The mind of a child
All right, this has very little to do with Britain itself, but it’s too sweet a story not to tell.[ad#ad-1]
Our little Buppa, has been quite attached to her little Pooh Bear. It’s a small teddy with beanie stuffing. I can’t even remember who gave it to her. Actually, I believe it may have been given to her older sister, but it has been her favourite for a long time. What’s funny is that we never really attached any significance to her singling this teddy out. Recently, she showed us a picture when she was in pre-school and they were allowed to bring in a teddy and it was this teddy. She favoured it without showing too much favouritism. However, near the end of the time we were in the States, she did use to bring it with her to the gym and all. But, it was nothing like it has been since then.
When we came to the UK, Pooh was one of a select few that travelled with her, rather than being shipped over. Since then, he has not left her side. She sleeps with him, takes him everywhere, even to school. She clung to him the first day and they allowed her to bring him in, but leaving him in her school bag. She was allowed to take him out for playtime, where some of the other kids occasionally abused him. This upsets her sometimes. But she continued to take him.
But, yesterday, she decided to keep him behind. I asked if she wanted me to put him in the bag and she said ‘no’. She were confused about that and wondered if a friend said or did something at school. This morning, she bade him a long good-bye, and my husband asked why she wasn’t taking him. She answered, “Because there might be a fire at school”. Then we remembered that they had a fire drill in school two days ago.
We wondered what must have been going through her head when the drill went off and the teachers told them to file out, leaving all their belongings behind. She must have been devastated to realise that in the event of a real fire, she would have to leave her beloved Pooh behind. So, she has made the decision to leave him at home, where he would be safe. We couldn’t possibly tell her that a fire could start just about anywhere. I wonder what she’ll be like if and when she becomes a real mother (many, many, many years in the future, I hope).
