He frequently says, “I’m awesome.”
He hugs me often, saying he needs to “charge up”. He hugs me even after spending an hour being grouchy and spitting all his venom in my direction.
They all want hugs before I leave. Many, many hugs.
They are so proud of the stories, and dolls, and drawings they create.
They look out for each other and want to make a difference in the world.
They have big dreams, big imaginations, and even bigger hearts.
My teachers, my children.