A Note from the Teacher

I've been watching the flowers awaken from their winter sabbatical and the trees explode like fireworks with full coats of colorful blossoms. I'm monitoring the progress of my lilacs and expect to be breathing their fragrance by the end of this weekend.

I've made a point of basking daily in the warmth of the Spring sun, and I happily attend morning and evening concerts by the songbirds in my yard.

I have even been the happy (yet groggy) recipient of cappuccinos made especially for me by The Kid on the past two Saturdays.

Despite all this, I still am not feeling like myself. Fatigue and body aches distract me from being fully engaged in the goodness around me. The thieves. It's frustrating.

But then I found an e-mail from The Kid's teacher in my inbox today, and this has my soul jumping with joy and pride. Want to join me? Here it is:

I meant to email you yesterday, but time just got away from me. We had
morning meeting outside with Mrs. Mason's class yesterday, who has many special needs children. The Kid was so kind and so compassionate toward them, and I was so proud of him, and wanted to share my observations with you.

He was greeted by a little girl, who can only make eye contact, and the
teacher with her said to the classes, "Whoever Natalie is looking at, gets
greeted." And right away, The Kid chimed in and said, "She is looking at me!" So, the teacher rolled the ball from Natalie's hands and The Kid greeted her.

Your son has a big, kind, and compassionate heart. He is a joy to have this year!

sigh