At which point Ben burst into tears. "But I loved first grade!" he cried. I held him and cuddled with him for a few minutes. His first grade year really has been wonderful. He made lots of good friends, took his reading and writing to the next level, and suddenly became a big kid right before my eyes.
I have mentioned his teacher before, but I feel the need to mention her again. She has repeatedly gone the extra mile for her students, making sure they were all challenged. Inspired, even. She encouraged all of Ben's crazy questions, his creativity, and even his comic book, entitled, Captain Poopypants. (What can I say? He's seven.)
She is one of the those teachers. You know the second you meet her that she cares so, so much about her students. We went to the end-of-the-year awards for his class. She had an award for every student that was unique and special. (Ben got the Growing Author award.) A couple of times she teared up as she talked about her students' accomplishments. She not only cared about their minds, but she also cared about their hearts.
Mrs. H, we love you, and will miss you terribly.
Any chance you would teach second grade next year?
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