I bet my children’s parents never have to worry about weeds in their yard. Because these kids…. they pluck every beautiful flower (or weed) they see. Instead of playing they’re busy picking flowers for their mommies and daddies ❤❤, wiping their pollen-stained hands on their clothes, their hair whipping in the wind, their eyes shying away from the sun. I do not know what their parents think of when they open up flower-filled backpacks, see mud-caked clothes, or pollen stained on dresses, but I hope they realize the love their children have for them when they say, “Look mommy/daddy. I got you a flower!”
Kids: Ms. Sara…. it’s really windy.
Me: I know! Hold onto yourselves so you don’t get blown away.
Holding onto their hats and scarves, some of the older ones look at me puzzled while the younger ones look at me in amazement, as if to ask Can that really happen? 😉 😄
“There are no seven wonders in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.”
– Walter Streightiff
Something I have to remind myself everyday since my sheep have a tendency to wander away from the flock… some more so than others 😊
I am starting out this new school year as a Head Start Teacher and will continue to learn with little people.