Two kids - a 6 year old girl and a 4 year old boy.
At first I was embarrassed that my class was so small.
Snow storm and all....people probably wanted to stay home.
I get discouraged and want to quit all the time. But I believe that if I don't quit - no matter what - maybe one day I will look back and feel that I made a difference as a teacher.
If I quit. I will never know.
The little boy was so delicate with his brush. He asked me about every color, "Is this the right one? How do I make that color?"
He'd point to a spot on his outer space image from the National Geographic, and I'd help him figure out the mixing of paint.
At the end I told him, "You did such a good job of finishing that painting. I could tell you paid close attention to your colors. You are a very good artist."
He pushed back into his chair, lowered his chin, and gave me his first smile of the afternoon.
I know he felt proud.
He will hang that painting in his room.
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