Warm Fuzzies

One of the reasons I love teaching first grade is their almost unconditional love. Some of them (the little girls especially) are almost shameless in their affection. I am the first to admit that I am not deserving of the admiration they bestow upon me, but I would also be a liar if I said I didn't like it. Here are a couple things said to me over the last few days.

While buttoning a coat for a girl:

"I love you, Miss Wilson."

"I love you too, A."

"Group hug?"

While wearing a hat I crocheted:

"I love your hat today!"

"Thanks! I made it myself!"

"You could sell that at Kohls I think."

While wearing black slacks and a gray long sleeved shirt:

"Mrs. Wilson, I just love your pretty work clothes. You're a beautiful woman."

After drawing a quick turkey on the whiteboard:

"You're probably the best artist I've ever seen."

And on a note found on my desk one day:

"I love Mrs. Wilson cus she reeds us good books and teeches us good thins."

I'm not saying this to toot my own horn or anything, it's just too darn cute! Especially today, (when I was very grumpy after a difficult math page and practically steaming out the ears) I knelt down to tie someone's shoe, and the little girl grabbed my cheeks and said "I love school and I love you." How could I stay grumpy?