Dear Little One,
Today I sat down next to you to see how your writing was going. You were writing a letter to a friend. You winked at me and told me you’d put one in my mailbox, too. Actually, you haven’t learned how to wink yet, but you blinked with purpose and I got your drift.
You stopped writing for a moment, cupped my face with both of your hands and said, “I just love you, Mrs. McCauley.” And then you hugged my neck. You smiled and I saw the window where you’d lost your first tooth. I hugged you and left you to finish your letter.
After school I had to deal with an angry parent. And then I had to deal with a student who is being untrustworthy. I left school drained of all joy.
And then I thought of you.
I thought of your little smile, your little hands, and your big heart. You are the reason I teach, little one. Thank you for reminding me.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll teach you how to wink.