Today, at the end of my time with the kindergartners, I had them line up at the door and went to grab something from my desk.
"Excuse me, Ms. B.?" one of my boisterous little girls is standing next to me.
"What's up, S.?"
She mumbles something I can't understand, looking at the floor.
"What did you say?"
"I have to tell you something," she says very quietly. There is a look of absolute shame on her face, and my first thought is, oh no, she peed her pants. She looks *that* embarrassed.
I bend down to get on her level. "What is it, honey?"
She reaches out and pushes my hair back behind my ear so she can whisper in it. "I don't know the letters. Or the numbers."
My heart breaks for her. I know we're not supposed to touch the kids, but how can I *not* give her a hug in that moment??? I assure her that that's what me and Mrs. W. are there for- to teach her the letters. She WILL learn them. And she is so brave to try so hard in my class- I know it's scary when you don't know all the answers!
She holds my hand all the way back to her class.
"Excuse me, Ms. B.?" one of my boisterous little girls is standing next to me.
"What's up, S.?"
She mumbles something I can't understand, looking at the floor.
"What did you say?"
"I have to tell you something," she says very quietly. There is a look of absolute shame on her face, and my first thought is, oh no, she peed her pants. She looks *that* embarrassed.
I bend down to get on her level. "What is it, honey?"
She reaches out and pushes my hair back behind my ear so she can whisper in it. "I don't know the letters. Or the numbers."
My heart breaks for her. I know we're not supposed to touch the kids, but how can I *not* give her a hug in that moment??? I assure her that that's what me and Mrs. W. are there for- to teach her the letters. She WILL learn them. And she is so brave to try so hard in my class- I know it's scary when you don't know all the answers!
She holds my hand all the way back to her class.
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