Is He Real?
The photo made me remember a notebook I kept of wonderful events from my years of teaching...
There were a few years when I taught gifted students, and English , second language students. (Such a combination of teaching skills here!) During that time, I had an office in the front of our school, not a classroom; therefore, I got to hear many conversations in the hallway when people did not realize I was in my office. Here's one of my favorites.
He was about three years old, and he was all boy - from his baseball cap on the top of his head down to his Nike-clad feet. He walked right up there, with no fear, and on the edges of his tippy toes he leaned in.
"Is it real?"
"Is it real?"
I'm sure his mom didn't know the proper way to answer that question.
You see; that small, wide-eyed little boy was staring at a stuffed raccoon in the school's trophy case in the front hallway of the school. Our school mascot was a raccoon, and years ago, a local taxidermist had donated the raccoon to his children's school. He even has a name, Woody, and he's walking on a limb. It was easy to see why Woody's realism would cause some questioning!
"He's real," I heard his sweet mom answer. Probably not wanting to go any further with this discussion, she followed by saying, "We've got to go."
The young boy didn't budge. Being a smart mom, she said, "I'll wait right over there by the door. Tell the raccoon God bless you and then let's go."
Being an obedient three year old, I watched as he did just that. He walked over to the trophy case, leaned in once again, kissed the glass dividing them and whispered, "Little raccoon...I'll get you out of there tomorrow when we bring my sister to school. It'll be ok ...oh...and...God bless you!"



