I tossed and turned the night before school, as I always do every year.
Will I remember the children I met last week?
Will they remember me?
Will we connect?
I walked into school smiling at our Peace Dove.
I was walking across hallowed ground.
My past parent had repainted her Peace Dove painting.
The memories came flooding back,
and I stopped, in honor.
The morning was a flurry of tears.
Of course.
I found myself holding a crier and did what came naturally-
singing!
I sang whatever song popped into my head.
Children noticed. Children love music.
It was time for everyone to come together,
because we needed to connect.
We needed to feel loved and safe.
We needed to feel like a family.
I brought out the Autoharp, and we sang, and sang some more.
Music made everyone smile and feel good.
The rest of the morning was fine.
Children held my hand and took me to toys.|
We smiled at each other.
Big smiles.
Lunch was wonderful, because people got to know each other.
I always share my Jennie carrots.
Tomorrow I'll share a Jennie Story.
After rest time, it felt like we had been a class and a family forever.
Children were comfortable.
They smiled and laughed.
We hugged.
It was busy, but oh so wonderful.
I came home tired and happy.
When I looked up into the sky, this is what I saw:
It was very fitting.
Upward and onward in a beautiful blue sky to a new school year.
Jennie
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