SC has not had the best of years socially at school, and the other day he mentioned a little girl in his class.
“Mummy,” he said, “she says she hates me and it is such a shame because she used to be a beautiful girl!”
Yesterday he was rifling through a box of stuff and found his May Crown.
He put it on his head and went to show my mum, who asked what it was.
“It’s my May Crown,” he said, “mummy and I made one when we went to Beltane and we made one for mummy’s lovely friend too!”
Wouldn’t it be nice if we as grown-ups could think of everyone as lovely from the outset instead of being wary?