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Exceptional Educators

My mother spent 26 years dedicating her life to the education and fulfillment of students in public schools.  She loved them and cared for them, and she taught them, too.  Her motivation was finding the best in each individual child and ensuring that each student reached their fullest potential.  Her classroom was a bright, happy, safe place to learn and her students flourished under her care.  I grew up admiring her constant energy and devotion and love for children.  These are a couple of poems written by this marvelous woman, amazing mother, and exception educator.  Enjoy! Make My Day No two children are exactly the same, No two children have exactly the same name. No two children learn in the same way, But every child can make your day. ~ Gilda Leigh Warlick Look at the Heart Look past the problem and into his heart. Look to his feelings to start doing your part. How do you know what he's been through that morning? Maybe it's your ca...

When They Were Babies

I remember watching this baby sleep, His eyes are closed, With baby-fine lashes fanned across his sweet soft face ... Sweet baby breaths coming soft and slow, Chest rising and falling with my own. He dreams his baby dreams, Lips pucker then smile, And I take a long deep breath, Taking in his sweet powdery scent. My baby. My boy. My son. Tiny fingers curl around my hand, Eyelids flutter then rest, completely at peace. He trusts me completely. He knows no pain, no regret. I am in love with him. I cannot help it. His fluttering heartbeat is like oxygen to me, A lifeline to my soul. I thank God for him, For his life, his love, his trust. I pray that I can raise him well, And guide him along life's bumpy roads. He is my baby. My boy. My son. And I love him.

'J' is for Joshua

 Joshua's name acrostic When I was at the boys' school today, I snapped this picture of Joshua's name acrostic displayed in his classroom.  Interesting choice of words, I think. J elis O wtstading S weet H appy U Can find me at soccer A nt piles I don't like J is for 'jealous' ... not sure what that one means, but I LOVE this poem!  My favorite is "U Can find me at soccer."  So cute.