It 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.