Yesterday, Kid's Alive. Part of the program was to watch a short clip from "Toy Story". Yes, connections were drawn between the show and God, but that is not the point I'm trying to get at here.
The clip started, most of the kids had seen the show before. Nevertheless, this didn't stop them from really enjoying themselves, laughing at some of the funny things that Woody said, going into hysterics when the creatures used the little orange cones to cross the road....
About 10 minutes into the clip, a little boy, maybe 4 or 5 years old, came up to me and asked when the show was going to finish, because he was scared. You could tell he was trying to be brave, trying hard to not cry, because clearly everyone else was fine. Everyone else was smiling, everyone was laughing, no one knew that this boy was terrified inside.
I knew there wasn't any point in telling him that the show is not real. That there is no need to worry because toys don't really come alive. That there is nothing to be scared of. Because when you're scared of something, you're just scared. It is not rational.
He was brave though. He said he was ok to continue watching, so long as it finished soon. I sat with him for the remainder of the show. He held back the tears.
These days, I'm learning a lot from little people.
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