French Fry Tea

small beginnings

“Bash!” Jack yelled triumphantly as he picked up the toy tea set and threw it in the air. I felt my shoulders tense as the tiny cups, plates, and teapot crashed to the floor.

“Bash! Bash! Bash!”

It was the third therapy session Jack had spent ‘bashing.’ I put my face in my hands, tried to rub fatigue from my eyes.

Feeling defeated, I looked at his therapist and said, “he wants to ‘bash’ everything and I just want him to stop.”

“Jack wants to BASH!” he responded.

I braced myself as Jack eagerly picked up the teapot for another toss.

Gently, Jack’s therapist took the teapot from his hands and said calmly, “You are very excited, Jack, but we are all done ‘bashing’ now. What kind of tea would you like to make?”

Jack paused, looked at her intently and said, “French fry tea!”

“French fry tea it is!” she said cheerfully. And together the two of them steeped a pot of the finest French fry tea imagination can brew.

What I failed to see is that which Jack’s therapist saw so astutely – Jack needed acceptance and just a little nudge to grow.

As one of my favorite authors, Emily P. Freeman, writes so beautifully in her book, A Million Little Ways, I must:

Be faithful to plant. Release the growing to God. Open up clenched fists and let the seeds drop into the ground, let them burrow down deep and do their secret work in the dark. Sacred shaping happens in waiting. In the words of Sir Henry John Newbold, ‘Let us build for the years we shall not see.’

Jack’s life is filled with extraordinary sowers who offer him their unique gifts so that in years to come, his garden, his life, will be full and thriving.

For the years I shall not see, I must trust the sowers and release the growing, the holy, miraculous, wondrous growing to God.

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I understand the challenge of raising an out-of-the-box child. I am learning to unclench my fist, too. We didn’t learn about my son’s CAPD until he was in 3rd grade – and I believe that children diagnosed late for things like dyslexia and CAPD spend a decade breaking patterns of frustration. I am so excited for you – that you are both learning now so that those patterns will not develop! So glad you stopped by and I came over! I like that your son made French Fry Tea!

    Katie Emanuel {Wonderfully Made}

    Your poetry is so beautiful – I just love it. I struggle still with wondering where Jack would be if we had found out sooner (even though he is pretty little!) but what we have is the present and awesome moms, kindred spirits, like you to learn from along the journey, and for that I am so grateful. Thanks so much for stopping by! I will keep visiting Blue Cotton Memory and keep your family in my prayers!

Renee mcmillen

This therapist and her teapots sound very familiar :)) it also reminds me of my beloved Rachel Wiseman… “Perhaps YOU need to change the way YOU are seeing things…..” Sometimes we need another pair of eyes, another set of ears to help us gain a new perspective. It’s these little victories adding up that can lead to wonderful things xox

    Katie Emanuel {Wonderfully Made}

    Indeed :) And you and Rachel both are so right!