It's impossible to be sad when little ones are hugging you. I've proven that over and over. Squealing kindergarteners holding onto my legs cures just abou every pain in my heart. Today, the mediumm ones proved that they, too, are a balm for the soul.
Eating the fruit brought by a friend, sitting in the shade, on the bench they had placed themselves (Really? We can decidet? Really?) we talked about friendship. Nothing very profound. No advice. Just them opening a window into their lives.... as they ate pineapple and apple slices slathered in hot sauce.
I looked across the garden at the Littlest Kid being tended to by the current guardian of the hose. I looked across at kids who are trying to learn English, asking for a trowel from the trug.
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I don't understand how anyone could find fault with this.
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When I was teaching, especially the little ones, no matter what had been going on in my head before, as soon as those kids walked in the door, they were all that mattered. That was a great feeling.
ReplyDeleteTotally takes me out of my own head and into their space. It IS a great feeling.
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