There is this very soft place that lives in my heart for all of the children I have taught over the years. They often dance in and out of my awareness - little snippets of the chidren. Memories that waft in on a breeze and flutter up and out toward the sun and stars. It's hard to believe how many years go by in the blink of an eye.
I recently received this facebook message from a young guy who was a child in my kindergarten:
"Marianne!! How are you ? I don't even think you remember me! Well anyways I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for teaching me a lot of things in kindergarten. You taught me how to love others. And you also taught me how to treat others the way you wanted to be treated. I just wanted you to know that everyday I think of you and I hope you are doing great and my whole family misses you so much and we all love you.
I want to let you know that next year I'm going to Spain, Italy, and England to have a tryout with a couple different teams for soccer, I don't know if you know or not but I'm playing for the United States National team for soccer.
Marianne, your in my prayers... You are one of Gods angels he sent and I'm soooo happy that out paths crossed. I know you'll be fine because you are the greatest teacher I ever had. I remember sitting in your lap and eating apples. It honestly seems like last week. Stay strong, your like a Grandmother to me. Not to make you feel old lol
I miss you a lot. God Bless you. I love you Marianne."
Do you think that just maybe this melted my heart? Sweet Payam. He used to get so worked up about staying at kindergarten without his grandma that he would throw up! Sweet, sweet boy. All grown up. Here he is: