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Things That Make Days Good

Beauty in the day: so they were lined up by the door of the school waiting for dismissal. I like to go out into the foyer and say goodbye to the kids – this is when they sometimes tell me random stuff.
One little kindie girl held up a pice of paper folded like a card and colored bright colors. “Look at what my friend made for me!” She was exuberant. Friend was next to her, and hopped up and down silently, a grin spread all over her face.
The kindie girl continued her exaltation, showing me how her friend had drawn her a lovely picture, “and look!” She got even more excited, which made Friend hop up and down ever so much more jubilantly. “She colored the two sides my favorite colors!” And then, with a highly exaggerated wave of her hand, showed first the purple side, then the pink.
Now Friend stopped hopping, and leaned in toward her beneficiary, who smiled at her lovingly.
The ringing bell signaled the need for the bus, and off they went.

At least two little girls had a very good day today. Probably more. Things like that can be infectious.

#kindnessacceptanceinclusion

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Glory Days

Beauty in the day: his teacher brought him in to the office. He’d been there before, more than once (more than twice) under less-than-optimal circumstances.
“Ms. Nordstrom, if you have a minute, My Friend has something to show you.” I did have a minute, and I could see the news was good. I took a minute to tease him a bit, telling him not to smile while he told me his news. Naturally, this was a terribly difficult command, but he did try. He was unsuccessful, both at not smiling, and at getting the news out, since it’s hard not to smile when you feel very happy, and it’s hard to get the news out when your teacher is so proud she beats you to it. “My Friend has had a very good day!” She started to show me his chart, all filled up with goodness, and Her Friend was turning every shade of happiness, as his teacher used descriptions like, “he CRUSHED his math!” Letting inspiration take hold (and having whooped and hollered and high-fived, and used other exclamations like, “NO WAY!!!), I got out my phone to take pictures of his proofs to send to the principal, who was out of the office for the day. “OmiGOSH! I can’t wait for him to see this stuff, dude!” I told him. “I’m going to text it to him right away!”
They left the office then, and I sent the pictures. I know my principal, and tomorrow Her Friend is going to get another shower of glory.
THIS is school. And I can tell you’re all jealous.

10 on a 6-ish Scale

Beauty in the day: he’s a friend of mine, and as a Routing Specialist, he often drives a bus. He popped in this morning, and, knowing that he has been sick, I asked after the current state of his health. He told me he was doing much better, but said he had pulled a muscle in his chest from all the coughing. “As long as I’m not coughing, I’m fine, but if I do cough, the pain is a 10 on a scale from 1 to 10.” He thought for a moment, and then made this amendment: “But if I were a woman, it would probably be a 6.”

For the record, his comment made me laugh out loud – loudly!

….which made him laugh

….which made him wince. (oops!)

I Dream of Kindergarten Teacher With the Long Blonde Hair

Beauty in the day: let’s face it – the Aussie is getting a “fair dinkum” amount of air time lately. This morning he came to the Office, and attempts were made to give him service, but he said he was waiting for Ms. Nordstrom (I can’t let him down now!!). So I made myself available. “Hi Friend, what’s up?”
He was hesitant to say, but finally (and carefully) let it be known that his pants were “perhaps just a little bit wet.” It has to be said here that this is not the first time (not even the seventh time) he has come in with this concern. In fact, it has become apparent that “wet” means “at some point a very insignificant measurement of moisture may have possibly been present – or not”.
“Oh – do you think you might need to have a change of pants, then?” I’ll admit it – this question was asked with the slightest air of incredulity, because we have had this conversation not quite a gazillion times. Still, I didn’t want to squash his thoughts, so I left the question on the table – er, desk. This seemed to send little Aussie into a new thought process, and (well, let’s just say it) he sort of “re-checked” his status.
“Actually (FYI – this is a VERY popular word in elementary school), I think the wet may have gotten absorbed.”
“Absorbed? You mean, you think you might not need to change, then?”
“Yes, I don’t think I need to now.”
“Friend! That’s great news! PLUS, I am REALLY impressed with your great vocabulary word! ABSORB!! Wow! You are really smart to use a word like that! We should tell your teacher how well you have used that word!”
He smiled a soft little smile (these are the kinds that he smiles). “Oh, I didn’t learn the word from my 1st grade teacher. My Kindergarten teacher taught it to me last year.”
Oh, Kindergarten-Teacher-With-the-Long-Blonde-Hair, nice job.

Summer School and the Part That’s Not

Beauty in the day: Day 20, and final day of Summer School 2015! Except for the not sleeping in part, and the not staying in your Jammie’s for the first few hours of the day part, and the not reading good books at your leisure part, and the not boating with your bestie on the lake all day part, it was a good run. Boing-Boing let me try out her curls one more time, and that got me a stoic-but-tight hug. And then another one. And a description of her lost necklace charm (“it fell down the adult toilet”), as well as her plan for replacing said charm with one at home.

#summervacayforkellystartsnow

Super-Powers, Energize

Beauty in the day: today around 1:30 pm, the Lead Teacher at Summer School came whizzing past my desk, exclaiming in a very loud whisper, “Kelly! Come here! Hurry! You have to see this!” He led the way into the Workroom, and carefully dialed open the blinds to reveal one of our prior first grade friends who had transferred to another program, disembarked from his bus, sporting a long red cape, and thigh-high red Super-Hero boots. It was an adorable and heart-melting sight, eclipsed only by the even cuter behavior of the Lead Teacher, giggling with glee at the scene.