I know my posts about my job sometimes bore people....thats ok. I am writing anyway. For some reason I just had a day of relection. Every once in awhile something happens that really makes me stop and think about the job I do. This is one of those days.....may sound silly to some......ok...I am just going to shut up and write......
I worked at my school's fall festival last night. A good PR thing for us teachers to do. After my shift was done I ran into two families and two children in my class. One little boy, I always make a fuss over. I love him and he has captured my heart. I had him last year too so he is special to me. His best friend is in my class too.....and I now realize I do not give him the same attention that I do the other.
So we bump into each other at the festival....I say hi to everyone and boy number two just stands there looking up at me. (Kind of with the look on his face.....notice me, notice me)
I look down at him and say hi buddy.....the two boys and I walk towards the haunted house set up in our library. Boy number one opens the door and runs in. Boy number two stops dead in his tracks and says, I am NOT going in there. I said why? He said it is too scary. I said no it is not...we are doing this together......
We went in and I told him...see that witch? That is teacher so and so...we are not scared of her. Then we had to crawl through a tunnel....I said B....we are crawling under library tables...nothing to be scared of......he was very scared and crawling under me....I told him now when we get out of this tunnel someone is going to try to scare us, but they won't because we know they are there....someone popped out and I said see...we are ok.
Then we turned another corner and someone was holding a big ole plastic rat.....I said B...that is just a plain ole plastic rat...that doesn't scare us......we encountered another witch and then we were out.
We got out of the haunted house and I kind of felt bad because I took him in without telling his mom I was taking him in. I found her and pointed down to her son.....saying I have him. He went running up to her yelling....I went through the haunted house.....and I went with Mrs. J. Mom looked at me with her eyes big.....you went in with him? He went through? He would not go near it last year. I looked at B....and said...oh yeah, we went through.....piece of cake, right buddy. He looked up at me with the biggest smile on his face....and said piece of cake Mrs J.
Mom smiled and said thank you......I knew she was happy I did that.
I walked away and smiled inside......kind of another eye opener for Miss jenna. A reminder I need every once in awhile. All of the children come to the table with special gifts. The ones wrapped in shiny paper and glittering bows are so easy to spot. It is those gift wrapped in brown paper packages I need to pay closer attention to.
And the funny thing is when I open those brown paper packages.....well that is when the most learning takes place for me. Those brown paper packages always hold gifts that touch my heart.
Thanks for the read if you made it through this post. xo
