She loved to brush her long blond hair. As she brushed, she would sing lovely melodies and imagine her life as a future star.
Some days she would bring her brush to school so she could brush her hair at recess, or when she had finished her test and had to wait for the others to finish.
One day after she finished her test, and turned it in, she started brushing her hair waiting for the other kids to finish. Unfortunately, the substitute that day did not allow hair brushing while the other children were testing, so the substitute took the hairbrush.
When the class was done, everyone filed out, forgetting the hairbrush. It wasn’t until she got home after school that Blondie remembered the brush. She told her grandma the story.
Now, now, dear, it isn’t that big of a problem, you can get the brush tomorrow. You can use my brush tonight.” her grandmother said. But Blondie was still upset. In fact the more she thought about it, the more upset she became. When dinner came around, she was very angry that the substitute had not remembered to give her the hairbrush. Substitutes don’t exactly do too much. She should have easily remembered.
“Stop feeding your monsters child” her grandmother said. “When someone hurts you or makes you mad, a little monster gets inside you. The more you think about it and talk about it, the larger the monster grows, until soon the once small problem, becomes a real problem. It is now a monster filled with anger, hatred, disgust. If he gets big enough, he will destroy you.”
“Sounds like a story grandma. I’m getting too old for those.” Blondie went up to her room to read before she went to sleep. She was too frustrated with the whole thing to do her homework, so she didn’t even get it out of her bag. When she tried to sleep, she had a difficult time, because she was worried about the brush. What if the substitute accidentally left with the brush, and didn’t come back tomorrow. What if she couldn’t remember where she had put it?
The next day, with uncompleted homework and a restless night’s sleep, Blondie went back to school. She tried to do some of the homework, but she kept running out of time before class and falling asleep in class. When it was finally time for the “hairbrush” class, Blondie hurried to the substitute to ask where her brush was, and why she didn’t get it back after class. She also told the substitute that she had been falling asleep and having late work in her classes. All because she was worried about the brush.
“Well, I’m very sorry to hear about your problems. I put the brush in your backpack yesterday. I thought surely you would see it when you got your homework out” the substitute said. “Now class, take your seats and open your books to page 283.”