Gary's truck rumbled to a stop as he and his
grandchildren, Avinn and Shanai,
reached the
Canyon de
Chelly
parking lot. The headlights shone on the entrance to the trail,
giving the
trio a look at the beginning of their journey down the canyon.
The steady
drumbeat of the peyote prayer songs playing on the truck stereo
provided a
beautiful
accompaniment to the sound of the engine. Gary took the scene of
the
trail in, along with the music, and remembered the numerous times he
had taken the
hike down the trail. He stole a glance at the children in the
truck with
him. Curiosity and a hint of nervousness could be seen on Avinn
and Shanai's
innocent
expressions as they too stared at the dirt leading to the bottom of the
canyon.
Finally, Gary said, "Are you ready, grandkids?"
Both brother and sister shared a glance before answering their
grandfather. "Yes," they said in unison.
All three exited the red Silverado
and retrieved
their camping gear from the bed of the truck. Gary opened a
bottle of
Gatorade for them to share before they started down the trail.
The
children then hooked their backpacks around their shoulders as Gary
locked up
the truck and placed his bag on his back. Ready to begin, they
walked
toward the trail, three rays of light showing from their
flashlights.
The dirt trail was damp from the light drizzle of rain that came down
on their
drive to the canyon. Their shoes gripped
the earth well. The trail showed a size ten shoe leading
much smaller footprints along
the way. Most of the time Gary and Avinn walked side
by side, while Shanai walked in
the back by herself. She felt left out and a cloud of jealousy
began to form over her head.
Shanai sped up
her pace and passed Avinn only to slow
down again and take his place beside Grandpa Gary. "Grandpa, will
you hold my hand?"
"Stop acting like such a baby!" Avinn
said to Shanai.
"Shut up! You're just jealous," she retorted.
"Hey, both
of you cut that out. Let's take a break and sit on that rock up
ahead," Gary said. The three sat on the slanted rock with
Grandpa
Gary in the middle. He could still feel the tension between the
youngsters and decided to tell the following story:
Look
up
at the sky. There are big, bright stars and little, not-so-bright
stars. In the beginning, the two types of stars got along and
always
had good things to say to each other. They treated each other
nicely.
One day, the little stars became
jealous of the brighter stars
because they were getting all the attention. The sky god even
trusted
the brighter stars with a bag containing clouds, winds, and rain.
The little stars decided they wanted to show the sky god that they
could
handle such an important responsibility, so they stole the bag.
Of
course, the little stars did not have the strength or size of the
brighter stars to handle the powerful elements within the bag.
The bag
flew open and fell upon the earth, causing storms that destroyed houses
and cities around the world. Tornadoes, thunderstorms, and
hurricanes
killed thousands of people, taking children from their parents, and
leaving other children without parents. All the lives that were
lost
and the mess that remained when the storms stopped were all because of
jealousy. Plain, ugly jealousy can hurt so many people.
Gary stopped for a moment to allow the children some time to
ponder the story.
Shanai's
head hung low, feeling shame as she had felt the same emotion the
little stars had felt.
Avinn, feeling bad
for his sister, opened his bottle of Gatorade and passed it to
Shanai.
The gesture signaled to Gary that his grandchildren understood the
moral he was trying to teach them and he smiled, proud.
Author's Note:
The
original story comes from the Pawnee tribe. In their culture, the
Pawnee believe that there were two types of stars, brighter and lesser
stars. The god
Tirawa
created the world and gave a bag containing clouds, wind, and rain to
the brighter stars. The lesser stars became jealous and emptied
the
bag on the earth, introducing death to the world. As you can see,
I kept my story very close to the original story. I thought the
moral
of the Pawnee belief was a great lesson to teach the children in this
story because all children experience jealousy at one point.
Jealousy
is a very common emotion. With children the feeling can be
precipitated by one sibling receiving more attention than another, or
if one child is given a present and the sibling receives nothing.
At
the young age that
Avinn and
Shanai
are, jealousy may seem like a petty, fleeting emotion, but as they grow
older the feeling can be deeper and cause serious harm when acted
upon. I felt that Gary telling the children about the ultimate
danger
of jealousy would get the children to think about the reasons they feel
the way they do and whether or not the reason is a good one.