It's odd, really. You would think that I'd want to stay in familiar territory. Stay with the big kids. Middle school. Nope. That's where we'd both be wrong. I guess I had enough of hormones and smart mouths. I replaced them with high pitched voices that can't pronounce things right and grubby little fingers that love to hold your hand. And it was worth it.
I'm not saying there is a lot of difference between kindergarten and middle school. Not so much. But little kids can be fun. They make me laugh. They make a mistake and they laugh. They spill the entire contents of their art box? Oh, well. That's life. And a hundred little fingers reach out to help their buddy retrieve all of his colors. In fact, they think everything is funny. From farting to picking their nose.
Now, why would I think it's funny? It's really gross. And stinky. But their expressions are so priceless. And innocent. They say what they mean. They say what they are thinking. They live in the moment. Next year is too far away. They find wonder in everything. From an ant in the grass to someone's new hair bow. Snacks are the best thing that ever happened to anybody. And someone who's crying needs a hug.
Life is simple. There are few complications. Their world is big and bright and shiny. And if it isn't... then it's my job to put some polish on their gray world.
(For more of Kim Frencken's writing and information about her educational products, check out her blog, Chocolate For the Teacher.)
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