A Song for the Unsung
by Naomi Patterson
Three months into the school year already? At this rate, the powers that be soon will start thinking about awards, certificates and blue ribbons that accompany spring time's graduations and applause.
Whether for perfect attendance, perfect touchdowns, perfect personality or perfect grades, the world will offer recognition and appreciation for a job well done. Some of the most talented will garner more than an equal share of accolades and already will have one foot poised to enjoy whatever opportunities come next. We wish them continued su ccess in all they undertake this year.
But in this season of Thanksgiving, I'd like to offer my song for the unsung. We all know children who lasso our hearts even though they get little recognition from the world at large. We're often their only cheerleaders, advocates and fans. Through the coming months, we have a chance to join together in a virtual chorus to sing their praises.
Let this be our song for the child who has never hit a home run or made a touchdown, but who shows up for practice without fail and cheers enthusiastically for his teammates.
Who has never made the honor roll, but whose work is always completed on time even at the expense of long hours of study at home.
Who has never worn a pair of designer jeans, but who walks tall and proud in the "lesser" brands.
Who has never known the security of a peaceful, supportive home, but nonetheless has developed a personal serenity that gives her strength.
Who has never been accepted by the small "popular" group of peers, but who is cherished by those who have wisely allowed her into their circle.
Who has never been able to deal with the world's demands without extra help and a special boost, but who accepts that assistance with continued high regard for himself.
Who has never participated in the mainstream of life because of an illness or severe handicap, but who contributes from the sidelines in whatever way he is able, with the loving help of those who care about him.
Who has never been considered "pretty" by conventional standards, but whose smile would melt the heart of even the most demanding judge.
Who has never been excited about the choices that excite his friends, but who carves out his own pathway even if he has to travel much of it alone.
Just like those who will earn public awards applause, these others are also our children and their well-being depends on each of us. Our impact is greater than we might imagine by virtue of what we say to them and what we leave unsaid. The uncheered and unnoticed are listening for our song. The next time there's an opportunity for a hug, let them know how pleased we are with the person they have become.
All together now, a song for the unsung.
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