A few moments earlier, Mrs. D. had announced, in the guise of a number story, that we wouldn’t be seeing our sprouts for nine days. As if on cue, the hugs began. These weren’t the usual, ‘see you tomorrow’ hugs, but rather the, ‘holy cow, nine days is a long time away from you’ hugs. They were both numerous and intense. There was some major squeezing going on… you’d be surprised how tightly a little five-year-old can grasp you when they want to.
Maybe the holiday spirit has taken over me a little early… or maybe I’m finally becoming a big softy. Those little buggers have certainly worked their way into my heart. As I ponder those hugs, I’ve come to the conclusion those pangs I felt were a sign. I’m in the right profession, that’s one thing I know for sure.
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this really made me smile this morning :) thanks for sharing.
wow nine days off in november??! I've never heard of such a thing!
Nine days off? We just have Thurs-Sun, though this Wed will be a half-day.
Middle school students don't give me many hugs. So far, just one in the month I've taken over. I hope to increase the hug rate, but I'll never get as many hugs as you do in a day.
Enjoy your time off.
I suppose I should clarify - we have work tomorrow (Monday) and then Tue-Fri off... I mean 9 days without seeing the kids. :)
It really sounds like you are in the right place.
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