Today I had the pleasure of teaching the kinders again, yes, Ms. Whit teaches school too!
As I was watching the little ones ride their trikes along the “yellow line” and the little Indian boy yell to me from across the playground in his best fresh U.S. accent, “I like you! I really like you!” (beaming a grin ear to ear). I couldn’t help but think about how much I really love teaching, how much I really love being a mother. They are so interconnected.
Later in the day, once all of the kinders had found their way home for their afternoon naps, then I had the chance to work with some of the ‘firsties’ one-on-one. As we were practicing money math a little boy came up behind me and began to stroke my ponytail. He combed through my hair very gently, and I immediately began to melt. I can’t remember the last time someone did that, and it took me back to the second grade carpet time when my best friend Robyn used to braid my hair while the teacher told stories. Eventually he stopped, we resumed our money practicing skills, and he proclaimed time and time again, “ya’ll get it right…the nickle’s the one with the WHITE HOUSE!”
We forget how loving they are.
We forget how non-judgmental they are.
We forget how innocent they are.
We forget to be more like them.
Day in, and day out.
We should try to remember.
A teaching whit.