don’t you come with me and see what you would like to
do.” she smiled into the huge dark brown eyes and wasn’t discouraged when the
child simply shook his head and buried himself further into his mothers’ skirt.
“Ok, I’ll just have a chat with your Mummy then.” she came to her feet “Has he
always been this shy?”
“He’s fine around people he
knows, he doesn’t like change or new situations, he lacks confidence.” Monica explained “He will come around, it’s just going to take some time, perhaps I should take him home and try again
tomorrow.”
“I really think that would be
the worst thing you could do.” Kat replied, she continued to talk to Monica,
encouraging her to come into the playground so that the child was surrounded by
happy children having oodles of fun in the hope of encouraging him.
From Paul’s point of view,
for now, he was quite happy where he was, safely close to his mother but this
new lady smelled nice, like Monica did when she had been baking, a smell he would
later recognise as Cinnamon. He watched the lady with growing interest as she
talked to his mother noticing that she would glance down at him and smile every
now and then. He became distracted when a helicopter cruised low overhead and
stepped away from Monica’s protection to get a better look. Kat picked up on
the boy’s interest immediately and once more came down to his level.
“You like helicopters?” she
asked.
Caught unaware and at least
three feet away from Monica, Paul initially froze when the teacher spoke to
him, his attention was drawn once more to the helicopter as it circled and
began another slow pass.
“That’s an Apache helicopter,
I have a book on helicopters in the class room if you would like to see it, I
bet Mummy would love you to draw her a picture of it.”
Paul looked at Monica who
nodded encouragement at her son. He turned back to the teacher, looking at her
outstretched hand; he took a hesitant step towards her and placed his small
hand in hers.
Kat smiled “I’m so glad you
have come to our school, I really need someone to help me with the milk and
fruit for the other children, do you think you could be my helper?” she kept up
the constant stream of chatter all the way into the classroom while behind her
back she was waving goodbye to Monica.
Much to Monica’s surprise,
Paul was all smiles when she returned to the nursery at midday to collect her
sons,
“Both boys have been an
absolute pleasure.” Kat smiled warmly as the Jensen twins ran to their mother,
“I think Paul will be just fine and Matthew is such a sociable little thing
that I can’t see him ever having any problems.”
“I can’t thank you enough for
persuading Paul into school, he’s such a Mummy’s boy that it worries me
sometimes.”
“Perhaps he could spend some
more time with Mr Jensen?”
“Michael and Paul tend to
avoid each other, Michael never did take to him and I probably over compensate
for the attention Paul doesn’t get from his father.”
“Is there another male role
model Paul could spend time with, a Grandparent perhaps?”
“Yes, he has two doting
Grandfathers’; I will have to talk to them about it.”
“I really do think it would do him the world of good. I’ll see you tomorrow Mrs
Jensen.”
Monica and the boys stopped
to get ice cream on the way home much to the boys delight. Once they arrived
home, Matthew pulled out his building bricks while Paul watched cartoons,
within half an hour both boys were sound asleep leaving Monica free to have a
chat and a coffee with her neighbour who stayed with the boys while Monica went
to collect Tessa later that afternoon.
The following weekend the
entire family descended on Michael’s parents. Charles and Penelope Jensen were
besotted with their three grand children and both had witnessed their son’s
rejection of the youngest twin, it troubled them greatly.
“Look at the boy Michael,
he’s pure Jensen, he has our nose and eyes