while we were preparing to go for a walk around the neighborhood josh, a 5 year old boy in my class blurted out "Ms. A I wish you had more hands so that you can hold all of our hands". at the end of the day, when i feel like giving up this is what keeps me going.
i am still playing the waiting game...
sorry for the cryptic messages, once everything settles maybe i will be in the mood to explain.
"i'm okay" i have been saying these for the last couple of months and i am starting to believe it.