Today was one of those days. One of those days where you wake up feeling crummy and want to spend the day in bed but it turns out to be completely worth it, and absolutely unexpected.

Let me preface by saying that my students have been struck by the flu plague. I have thirteen kids in each of my classes. The last two days I have only had five students in my morning class.  But that’s not the point.

The point is that today, after seven months of class I finally saw that glimmer of hope. This year I have struggled with one student specifically. He has a very hard time in any sort of group setting, can not always control his emotions,  is not showing the same level of maturity as the rest of my students, and refuses to participate in group activities. But today that all changed. Out of the blue he is singing and clapping and participating. He is writing and reading and recognizing. He is sorting and patterning and questioning. He is a completely different child. He is growing.
These are the moments that tell me that I am doing something right. That I am making a difference. These are the moments that I live for. This is why I do what I do. These moments don’t happen too often, but when they do it sure feels good.