Sometimes I realize it is the small moments that are so powerful. Yesterday after school I had a couple of those moments. I was checking the first grade math books in the classroom when one of my smallest first grade boys approached me with a paperback storybook in Spanish. He started showing me the pictures and began reading me the story, stumbling every now and then. I wish I could have taken a picture of his small frame bent over the desk I was sitting at, leaning over with such concentration and reading in his cute little voice!
Just as I was about to head out the door, two of my seventh grade boys enthusiastically began begging me to stay to supervise them for an hour while they played soccer (apparently they´re not allowed out back unless they´re supervised). Before I knew it I was surrounded by 5 or 6 boys, some of whom I had never seen before, all begging, ¨Please Miss! Please! Just one hour or thirty minutes. Please Miss!¨. Of course, the more pleading faces I saw, the harder it was for me to leave them in that state. I agreed and suddenly had ten very eager boys ready to escort me to a seat outside with exclaimations of, ¨Oh thank-you Miss!¨.
Neither of these moments were huge, but they filled my heart with warmth nonetheless and brought sunshine to my day (believe it or not, it´s been cloudy and cold lately, but I´m not exactly complaining).