On Mondays, I go into my daughter's Kindergarten class and facilitate one of the literacy centers. I love it. I love Kindergarten. This morning, one child was at the clinic because he didn't feel well. "Where is he?" worried one friend, a boy I don't think of as especially expressive of his feelings. "I sure hope he comes back," said another, who I would describe similarly.
In a little while, he did come back, sitting down quietly with his cutting task. "I'm so glad you came back," said one of his friends. "Yeah," said the other, "We missed you." The child who had been gone blushed and smiled with joy.
Beautiful.
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I just love reading your lovely thoughts here.
Hey, are you going to convention in November?
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