the littlest acceptance

Slowly but surely, my kiddos are accepting me as their teacher.  They tell me they miss me when I’m out, give me hugs when the opportunity arises, and occasionally give me presents.  This is a hand-painted pot filled with paperclips that I received from one of my girls.  She “made it herself!”IMG_3343

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