May 24th, 2005


Making a difference

I usually help out in Cole's classroom on Tuesday mornings - the Literacy portion of the day.

Today I spent the entire two hours photocopying and stapling papers for the teacher - not a boatload of fun, but certainly one less tedious task for her to do. I arrived back in the classroom for the last few minutes before the kids went to P.E. I had missed their rehearsal of "The Three Billy Goats Gruff," but I was in time to listen to their peer reviews.

"What are some compliments we can give the actors in our play?" asked the teacher.

"Um, I liked the way Thomas played the troll."

"I liked when Maren said she was going to kick the troll into tomorrow."

I saw Cole's hand in the air. The teacher called on him. "Yes, Cole?"

"Um, this is not on the same subject, but could we give my mom some compliments?"


"Why yes," said the teacher, as I giggled. "As a matter of fact, I really appreciate how Cole's mom comes every week and helps copy things or read with students or help out with painting. I really thank her for that. Does anyone else want to give Cole's mom a compliment?"

Maren raised her hand. "When I was reading with her, she told me I read really good."

Then Lauren raised her hand, a child who is struggling with her reading. "Um, when I was reading with her ... she told me I was good."

"And how did that make you feel?"


About three other kids gave me compliments, at which point I was almost in tears. It was a surfeit of self-esteem.

"Thank you, everyone," I said. "That really makes me feel good. I love reading with you."

Then I had to go to work.

But I can sit here, LiveJournaling and basking in the morning's love</>.
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