After school we had parent teacher conferences. As we spoke I kept hearing a knock on my classroom door. As I would look up, there was no one there. This happened a couple of times before the parent that we were meeting with said it was a little boy outside of the door. I immediately got up and was prepared to use my teacher voice and stare to make the knocking stop.
I opened the door, ready for battle, and looked to the right. There he was. It was former student of mine who likes to come visit after school while he spends time at the YMCA Aftercare. He smiled his big, signature smile that has been known to melt my heart and giggled. It's been a while since our last visit, so I was sad to shoo him away. I miss our special visits and chats where he could catch me up on life at home with his baby sister and all the happenings of middle school. But conferences are conferences and we will have to catch up another day. Hopefully I will hear a knock, knock, knock again soon.
Until then, I will just admire a picture he drew for me (of me) last year that makes me smile and my heart swell the instant I look at it. I love my job.
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What a testament that he still wants to drop in and surprise you!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet that he comes to visit you!
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