Yesterday, you might have heard your mom or dad talking about something really sad and scary that happened at a really important race. It’s normal to feel afraid and it’s OK to feel sad. Sometimes it helps to think of our feelings like other things in our lives.
If sadness was a food I think it would be a vegetable.
The kind that has sat on your plate for over an hour.
It’s grown soggy and mushy and worse than when your mom first plopped it on your plate to begin with.
Like the vegetable I refuse to eat . . .
Sometimes sadness just sits there staring me in the face.
But if I share my soggy, mushy, worse-than-before vegetables with someone else . . .
They are easier to digest.
I can share my sadness with a friend, my mom or dad, my God, my teacher . . . even my hamster.
No one should have to eat vegetables alone. Gross.
And no one should have to deal with sadness without a friend to share it.