Tears for the Tigers
This evening I found Darlek sobbing her heart out in her room. I couldn’t understand what was the matter at first, and initially thought it was just because I’d asked her to tidy some of her things away before bed. I was a bit annoyed at first, we always end up with dramas every time we attempt tidying. Darlek takes after me, she hates sorting stuff – loves a tidy room, but despises the effort. Just like her mum.
I got her to calm down a bit and she explained that it wasn’t about her room; laid across her knee was a book about big cats – the environments they live in, their markings, their diet etc – and it was that, that had upset her. On one of the pages it had a photograph of some hunters with a tiger skin stretched out on a table, they held guns and were obviously proud of their catch.
Darlek said that she felt so sorry for the tiger, said it shouldn’t be allowed and wiped her eyes, blew her nose and carried on quietly sobbing. She wanted me to read the book to her before going to sleep, but didn’t want me to read the page with the picture on. Even seeing it in the background upset her.
I’m not happy she was upset at all, it’s awful to see her so distraught, but I have to say I am so proud that she has a big heart and that she empathizes with other living things so much. It shows she cares, which is admirable. Even if I muck up so many other aspects of parenting, if I manage to raise a child who cares, I’ll be happy. It looks like I’m doing something right at least.
It’s funny really, I was just saying she’s just like me when it comes down to tidying up. My daughter and I are so alike in so many ways. A few years ago I remember hearing about how the Yangtze River Dolphin had been officially declared extinct, and I sat and I cried. Not rivers of tears, but just a few hot, salty, sad, regretful tears. It makes me sad and angry to see how stupid and thoughtless humans can be, how we ruin the wonders of this world, poison waters, kill and maim animals & people and are just plain cruel and stupid. To see that sadness reflected in my daughter’s eyes is both heartbreaking and reassuring. To feel pain so deeply is awful, but to want to ‘do something’ about it is fabulous. I think she’ll grow up to be someone who’ll try and make a difference and I am so proud of my little love already. :O)