Sharing at Home

“It’s mine.”

“No, it’s mine.”

“No, I said it was mine, and anyway, I had it first.”

The voices were getting louder and louder from the other room. Unable to take anymore, Mom walked in and took the toy that they were arguing over away from her two children, Kyra and Connor. “Now, it is mine,” she said. “If the two of you cannot share, then nobody gets to play with it.” Mom walked back into the other room with the much-prized toy.

“Now do you see what you did?” Connor asked his sister. “Now neither one of us gets to play with it.” Kyra stuck her lip out, crossed her arms and pouted. “It’s your fault, “she muttered crossly. “I had it first.”

For the next few minutes, Kyra and Connor just glared at each other. Finally, Connor said, “Okay, how about if you play with it first, then I get to play with it after you are finished?”

Kyra looked at him suspiciously. “Why are you being so nice?” she asked.

Connor looked at his sister and sighed. “Geez, can’t I do anything nice without you getting suspicious? I just want to play with it. I know,” he said thoughtfully, “how about if you and I play together? Mom would like that. She’s always telling us to share our toys and learn how to play together without arguing.”

Kyra thought about what her brother had just said. Their mom was always telling them to play nice. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go ask Mom if we can have the toy back.”

Mom was listening to her children’s discussion. She was hoping that they would come to a solution. As Kyra and Connor entered the kitchen, she turned to them and smiled. “Yes?” she asked them. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“May we have the toy back?” Connor asked. “We thought it would be better to play with it together than not be able to play with it at all.”

Their mother smiled. “Yes,” she said. “It is better to share than not to have anything at all. I am very proud of you both.”

Kyra and Connor smiled at their mom then at each other. It was much more fun to play together than to argue.


 Sharing at School

Several days later Kyra was sitting in the school cafeteria with her friends. They were just getting ready to open their lunches and eat. Kyra opened her bag and smiled. Her dad had packed her two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bag of potato chips, a tube of yogurt, and a Juicy Juice.

Kyra and her friends looked around at each other’s lunches. They loved to trade their food. As Kyra looked around, she saw a new student sitting by herself with no lunch.

“Come over here and sit with us,” Kyra said to the new girl.

The new girl came over and joined Kyra and her friends.

“What’s your name?” Kyra asked.

“My name is Angie,” the new girl said. “What’s yours?”

“My name is Kyra. Where’s your lunch?” Kyra asked her.

“We didn’t have anything to eat,” Angie said. “So I didn’t bring anything.”

Kyra looked at the food her dad had packed. She looked at her friends. “Hey, you guys,” Kyra said to her friends, “do you think we can give Angie some of our food to eat?”

All of the girls shared their food with Angie. She smiled at them and said, “Thank you, guys. This really makes me feel good.”

All of the girls smiled, and Kyra felt really good about sharing.

 Sharing Rhyme

I give to you; you give to me.

Then you and me become a we.

So there’s no reason to scream and shout

’Cause that’s not what sharing is all about.