This book was big with my kids a few years ago. We read it, saw the movie, cried through both. Instead of writing something myself today I’m posting the last monologue from the principal that my eldest used to try out for a local play. It seems pretty apt for the moment.
‘Walking up towards that stage, I felt like I was floating. My heart
was beating so fast. I didn’t really understand why I was getting a medal. It’s not like I blew up the Death Star. All I did was get through fifth grade, just like everyone else here.
Then again, maybe that’s kind of the point. Maybe the truth is, I’m really not so ordinary. Maybe if we knew what other people were thinking we’d know that no
one’s ordinary, and we all deserve a standing ovation at least once in our lives. My friends do. My teachers do. My sister does for always being there for me. My dad does for always making us laugh. And my mom does the most, for never giving up, on anything. Especially, me. It’s like that last precept Mr. Browne gave us. Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. And if you really want to see what people are, all you have to do is look.’
Happy Saturday! Stay healthy.