It was a day filled with corrections and discipline slips -- just the way it is when you get to a certain point in the year. Children are not perfect and they are going to make mistakes.
Adults do, too.
My job is to make the best of these opportunities to help teach children how to make better choices. One such opportunity involved a little guy... a little guy who has serious speech issues and struggles to be understood. He struggles with keeping his hands from hitting others, too.
After a lengthy discussion where we both grappled with the words -- his to communicate, mine to understand -- we came to an understanding. Hands are not for hurting.
As we walked back to class, the little guy stopped in the middle of the hallway and put his book on the floor. I watched him and wondered what he was doing. He stood up and put his hands together with his fingers curled. Tears filled my eyes when I realized that he was making a heart. For me.
Speaking of hearts, that boy has mine...
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