We had a cryer today -- poor thing! She was worried about her little brother, a first-day kindergartener. And the worry manifested itself in heart-wrenching tears! AH! I comforted her as much as I could and then gratefully left her in Mr. P's hands. After seven years of teaching or so, he must have more experience with this stuff than I do!
This whole incident took me back, though, to when I was a junior in high school. I was a teacher's aid for a 2nd grade class. While the little runts were coming in from recess and I sat correcting papers, one little girl walked -- crying -- up to Mrs. D, the teacher, saying that she missed her mom. Her pretty little face was all scrunched up and wet with tears as Mrs. D took her into her arms, sat down, and rocked her back and forth, back and forth.
I watched the exchange with a sense of surprise and some discomfort. But it touched a part of my heart very deeply, maybe that mothering part. I believe that was one incident that God used to draw me to teaching, and I haven't forgotten it.
All that to say -- I'm helplessly falling in love with these students. God, help me!
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