Not too long ago, one of my students asked me if I had kids. “Not yet…” I replied, not yet ready to make the big reveal. Another little boy piped up, “Yes, you do! You have nineteen!”
My students are quite amazing. They are always surprising me.
This past Tuesday, after visiting the library. One of my sweet–but quiet students came up and was SO excited to show me the books he had checked out. One of them was about Tennessee. He said, “Look! This is where you’re from!” I felt throughly chastised, because sometimes I forget how important teachers are to students too.
Yesterday, I was playing my class playlist on the speakers. I actually don’t play music too much with this class, but it was one of those days. My playlist consists of mostly songs they don’t know–singers I love, but I feel are underappreciated with the Justin Beiber generation of the world. Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors came on right after Fly Me to the Moon by Sinatra. I sang along, then stopped–and told my class about Dolly Parton. The same little boy said, “I read about her in the Tennessee book!” Sigh. This teacher’s heart melts on a daily basis.
The little boy in the photo who is grinning sooo big while standing in front of me–he said the other day, “Miss Jania, you’re the best teacher in the world and espace.” (Mexican English speakers often add an “e” before their “s” words–because in spanish this is how they are pronounced.) I couldn’t figure out what he was saying at first, but quickly caught on.
Really, I can’t wait to tell them about my baby. They are the perfect class to have a baby with. I was reading how some teachers have revealed that they’re pregnant by telling the class they will have a new brother or sister. For some reason, I have a feeling that my kiddos will welcome this. It will be like my own version of Nineteen Kids and Counting.