Last Thursday, I had to leave class for a few hours for a meeting.  While I was gone, they made some super cute scarecrows using different colored shapes.  Each child cut out their shapes and then put the scarecrow together. Finally, they added some real hay to finish the scarecrows off.

At the end of the day, after I’d returned and the scarecrows dried, with the entire class gathered, Mrs. D. held each scarecrow up and shared them. As she read each child’s name, I looked at that particular sprout to let them know I’d seen their scarecrow. The looks of pure pride and validation on each child’s face was priceless.  To be fair, they all looked about the same… after all, they were following directions and were supposed to be similar.  That didn’t matter though… there is something about hearing your name, seeing your work, and knowing a teacher noticed.