> On Monday morning, when I had car-rider duty in front of the school, a
> first-grader who was truly a wild-child and a constant challenge to keep
> focused, jumped out of his mom's car with a huge smile and proudly
> handed me a folded piece of paper. Opening it, I found his exquisite
> little drawing of a dog and his carefully written words, "I'm sorry your
> dog died." It was the surprise of his compassion and empathy that
> brought tears to my eyes. I'll always treasure that piece of paper, and
> although I'm still tempted to strangle him on occasion, I'll always
> remember the invaluable lesson he taught me.
>
> ~Courtney in NC~
The wildest children frustrate us to no end yet they also have a
heart. Often it is bigger than most, it's so hard to see since
they are always moving so much. It's good to be reminded that all
our students deserve love and attention. It will pay off many times
over when they are older. If you hug them, perhaps they will hug
their children and the world will be a nicer place.
Woody, Retired in Albuquerque