When I began kindergarten, I had a little boy’s haircut. Having undergone my second neurosurgery for hydrocephalus a few months earlier, my hair had not yet grown to the length it had been. I looked different that the other little girls and worried that I would be unable to make friends. Mrs. Conger, our kindergarten classroom’s teacher’s aide, monitored our recess time and I attached myself to her leg. She was nice to everyone and in my five-year old eyes, she was my dearest friend.
One day, a second grader picked on me and I ran to Mrs. Conger, crying and again worrying that I was not liked. She said, “Your worries are just ''small potatoes''".
At the time, I did not understand what her comment meant but now that I am an adult, having grown, thrived, lived, and grieved life''s true difficulties, I appreciate her priceless guidance, uttered so simply. In life, our worries about appearance, fitting in, or being popular are not as important as respecting the wonderful gifts that we possess in our hearts.
If you find yourself buried beneath doubt, regret, or worry, buy a bag of baby red potatoes and smile. Life may be filled with those "small potatoes" but, in the end, the beauty you possess in your soul will conquer each challenge and lead you to places you never dreamed possible, bad hair or not.
© 2012 - Jill Eisnaugle''s Poetry Collection
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
budd
In Christs Love
Michelle~