The Littlest Daughter
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The Littlest Daughter
By Julie Firman
They were a happy family: four Pogue daughters all in the same school in
different grades. They were talented and friendly girls. The youngest, Janice,
who was in my class, seemed to be glued to her mother's skirts. The three older
girls took the bus to school every morning and gaily rushed to their classrooms,
but Janice was always driven to school by her mother, arriving just in time for
the kindergarten morning song. Her mother usually stayed around until Janice
seemed to be content and was involved in some activity and then she would
tiptoe out. But she would return in time to take Janice home.
One Friday, Janice's mother called and asked for a conference with me. She
entered in an agitated and fragile way. She almost seemed to wring her hands
in distress. She said in a too-soft voice, "My husband is going to Europe on
business for two weeks and he insists that I go with him. I have tried to explain
over and over that Janice needs me here. But he is equally adamant that she
will be fine without me so I have no choice; I have to go. I have told the
babysitter that she is to drive her every morning and watch her until she is
settled into the classroom. She has explicit instructions about picking her up
and getting to school early so Janice won't worry. Will you please give Janice
special attention and help her during this time of our separation? We have never
been apart a single day since she was born five years ago. She is so young and
fragile and I want to be sure everything goes well for her."
She stopped for a quick breath, but I stepped in and assured her that we would
make every effort to support Janice and see that she was happy and healthy
while her mother was away. I even volunteered to meet Janice at her car so
she would see a familiar face. Janice's mother thanked me for our understanding
and reassurance. As she left we talked about the logistics of watching for Janice
and agreed that it would present some extra effort on my part but was worth
the time it might take.
Monday morning, anticipating a tearful anxious child, I planned a special program
of fun and games. I waited outside to greet Janice, but just then the bus
arrived and not three, but four Pogue girls got off of it. Janice skipped along
joyfully, yelling "good bye" to her sisters as she ran with two friends into the
classroom. I walked slowly into the classroom and called Janice over to ask how
the bus ride went. Impatiently she said, "Oh, I always wanted to take the bus
with the other kids, but Mother needs to be with me. You see there won't be
any more babies and so I have to be a baby a little longer. While she is away,
I'll just ride the bus every day. I am five, you know." -
Sounds a little bit like Ginny Weasley. The youngest should not be underestimated.
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Originally posted by iveco:Sounds a little bit like Ginny Weasley. The youngest should not be underestimated.
weasley siao ar?
everything oso link to ginny weasley -
You need to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in order to get my point. JKR offered us a brand-new perspective of Ginny in that book. But, deep inside me, she will always be the sweet, innocent girl from the Chamber of Secrets.Originally posted by shinta:
weasley siao ar?
everything oso link to ginny weasley -
i've read that..Originally posted by iveco:You need to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in order to get my point. JKR offered us a brand-new perspective of Ginny in that book. But, deep inside me, she will always be the sweet, innocent girl from the Chamber of Secrets.
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NiceOriginally posted by shinta:The Littlest Daughter
By Julie Firman
They were a happy family: four Pogue daughters all in the same school in
different grades. They were talented and friendly girls. The youngest, Janice,
who was in my class, seemed to be glued to her mother's skirts. The three older
girls took the bus to school every morning and gaily rushed to their classrooms,
but Janice was always driven to school by her mother, arriving just in time for
the kindergarten morning song. Her mother usually stayed around until Janice
seemed to be content and was involved in some activity and then she would
tiptoe out. But she would return in time to take Janice home.
One Friday, Janice's mother called and asked for a conference with me. She
entered in an agitated and fragile way. She almost seemed to wring her hands
in distress. She said in a too-soft voice, "My husband is going to Europe on
business for two weeks and he insists that I go with him. I have tried to explain
over and over that Janice needs me here. But he is equally adamant that she
will be fine without me so I have no choice; I have to go. I have told the
babysitter that she is to drive her every morning and watch her until she is
settled into the classroom. She has explicit instructions about picking her up
and getting to school early so Janice won't worry. Will you please give Janice
special attention and help her during this time of our separation? We have never
been apart a single day since she was born five years ago. She is so young and
fragile and I want to be sure everything goes well for her."
She stopped for a quick breath, but I stepped in and assured her that we would
make every effort to support Janice and see that she was happy and healthy
while her mother was away. I even volunteered to meet Janice at her car so
she would see a familiar face. Janice's mother thanked me for our understanding
and reassurance. As she left we talked about the logistics of watching for Janice
and agreed that it would present some extra effort on my part but was worth
the time it might take.
Monday morning, anticipating a tearful anxious child, I planned a special program
of fun and games. I waited outside to greet Janice, but just then the bus
arrived and not three, but four Pogue girls got off of it. Janice skipped along
joyfully, yelling "good bye" to her sisters as she ran with two friends into the
classroom. I walked slowly into the classroom and called Janice over to ask how
the bus ride went. Impatiently she said, "Oh, I always wanted to take the bus
with the other kids, but Mother needs to be with me. You see there won't be
any more babies and so I have to be a baby a little longer. While she is away,
I'll just ride the bus every day. I am five, you know."
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yeah...Originally posted by LazerLordz:Nice
got some more nice ones in chinese.. but cannot post here
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Then why I never see you post at Hogwarts?Originally posted by shinta:i've read that.. -
i did went there... but close to never postOriginally posted by iveco:Then why I never see you post at Hogwarts? -
upz for more sharing
