Good.
Good.
Jun 02It happens every year. As the year draws to a close, not only do I begin to get a little emotional about leaving my sprouts, but they do as well. Yesterday, as I walked my class to Library, Billy took my hand. This was nothing new, he does it all the time, but yesterday, he also offered commentary.
“It’s so good to hold your hand,” he said quietly.
“It is, isn’t it?” I replied.
“It’s good to hold your hand too Billy,” I added.
Just to make sure I really knew how much he was loving me, at the end of the day, as I stood outside our classroom door wishing the line of friends a good weekend, Billy stopped, wrapped his arms around me, buried his head into my chest, and said, “Mr. ______, I want to keep you.”
Kindergarten really is about so much more than learning. And that’s as good as holding my hand.
nothing like what comes out of our little ones- it is one of the things that feeds my spirit as a teacher- The photo is beautiful- wishing you a very happy summer- we still have until the end of June here in western Canada..
Regards,
Anna
Thank you. They really do say things that just catch me off guard and take my breath away.