walking out of school today, holding noah's hand I hear "hi noah!" and turn around. and all these little voices are shouting "hi noah" and "bye noah" -- all are waving and waiting for acknowledgement (they are sitting outside of the school waiting for their parents in the carpool circle).
i realized it was the gen-ed class that noah is mainstreamed in-- they all knew him and saw him as a friend. "you must be the kids from mrs. kanner's class" I said. And they all answered "yes" or shook their little heads.
then one boy said so happily "noah comes to our class to learn--he learns in our class." Yes, I thought, he sure does.
i got in my car and wiped away my joyful tears. those children did something big for me today and didn't even know it.
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It's the beauty I see every time our children play together. Children see the best, most honest versions of others. It is only when adults cloud their way that they become misguided. It is hard to be different until children realize that each one of them is.
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