GIANTS, WIZARDS, AND DWARFS was the game to play.
Being left in charge of about eighty children seven to ten years old, while their parents were off doing parenty things, I mustered my troops in the church social hall and explained the game.
It’s a large scale version of Rock, Paper, and Scissors, and involved some intellectual decision making. But the real purpose of the game is to make a lot of noise and run around chasing people until nobody knows which side you are on or who won.
Organizing a roomful of wired‐up gradeschoolers into two teams, explaining the rudiments of the game, achieving consensus on group identify—all this is no mean accomplishment, but we did it with a right good will and were ready to go.
The excitement of the chase had reached a critical mass. I yelled out: “You have to decide now which you are—a GIANT, A wizard, OR A dwarf?”
While the groups huddled in frenzied, whispered consultation, a tug came at my pants leg. A small child stands there looking up, and asks in a small, concerned voice.
“Where do the Mermaids stand?”
Where do the mermaids stand? Says I. “Yes, you see, I am a Mermaid.” “There are no such things as Mermaids.” “Oh, yes, I am one!”
She did not related to being a Giant, A Wizard, or a Dwarf. She knew her category. Mermaid. And was not about to leave the game and go over and stand against the wall where a loser would stand. She intented to participate, wherever Mermaids fit into the scheme of things. Without giving up dignity or identify. She took it for granted that there was a place for Mermaids and that I would know just where. Well, where DO the mermaids stand? All the “Mermaids” –all those who are different, who do not fit the norm and who do not accept the available boxes and pigeonholes?
Answer that question and you can build a school, a nation, or a world on it.
What was my answer at the moment? Every one in a while I say the right thing.
“The Mermaid stands right here by the King of the Sea!” says I.
(Yes, right here by the King’s Foot, I thought to myself.)
So we stood there hand in hand, reviewing the troops of Wizards and Giants and Dwarfs as they roiled by in wild disarray.
It is not true, by the way, that mermaids do not exist. I know at least one personally. I have held her hand.
It’s a large scale version of Rock, Paper, and Scissors, and involved some intellectual decision making. But the real purpose of the game is to make a lot of noise and run around chasing people until nobody knows which side you are on or who won.
Organizing a roomful of wired‐up gradeschoolers into two teams, explaining the rudiments of the game, achieving consensus on group identify—all this is no mean accomplishment, but we did it with a right good will and were ready to go.
The excitement of the chase had reached a critical mass. I yelled out: “You have to decide now which you are—a GIANT, A wizard, OR A dwarf?”
While the groups huddled in frenzied, whispered consultation, a tug came at my pants leg. A small child stands there looking up, and asks in a small, concerned voice.
“Where do the Mermaids stand?”
Where do the mermaids stand? Says I. “Yes, you see, I am a Mermaid.” “There are no such things as Mermaids.” “Oh, yes, I am one!”
She did not related to being a Giant, A Wizard, or a Dwarf. She knew her category. Mermaid. And was not about to leave the game and go over and stand against the wall where a loser would stand. She intented to participate, wherever Mermaids fit into the scheme of things. Without giving up dignity or identify. She took it for granted that there was a place for Mermaids and that I would know just where. Well, where DO the mermaids stand? All the “Mermaids” –all those who are different, who do not fit the norm and who do not accept the available boxes and pigeonholes?
Answer that question and you can build a school, a nation, or a world on it.
What was my answer at the moment? Every one in a while I say the right thing.
“The Mermaid stands right here by the King of the Sea!” says I.
(Yes, right here by the King’s Foot, I thought to myself.)
So we stood there hand in hand, reviewing the troops of Wizards and Giants and Dwarfs as they roiled by in wild disarray.
It is not true, by the way, that mermaids do not exist. I know at least one personally. I have held her hand.
1 comment:
Oh Shanna, I loved your story of the Mermaid...all those who don't appear to "fit" who can be the most wonderful of all =) Also the music while I took a peak at your life was a wonderful reminder of the Shanna we all grew to love and miss. Hope you are quickly on the mend (thank goodness for drugs) and likewise your mom. The girls look happy, healthy and well loved. Em is excited to be able to see you, meet your family and show off hers! Wish we could be there too....
Beth
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