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They Mean What They Say

Kindergarten provides some of my best memories. The innocence of a five-year-old is precious. They are so serious when they have something important to say, like, "I saw you yesterday at the grocery store" the next day at school. It is as if I wasn't even there to see them at the grocery store! They recount our whole conversation, and I would act like it was the first time I'd heard it. Kindergartners are so literal. I could tell them it was raining cats and dogs, and they would look out the window. Then we could talk about how that could not happen and that I was just being silly. Then there is the whole thing of kids thinking they said the correct thing, but it was only close. I don't know how many times I was asked, "When are we going to start writing in curfis?" by third graders. I would reply, "We'll start writing in cursive next week." At least twenty times a day, I had that conversation in third grade. In kindergarten, a student asked, "Will you tater tot with me?" on the playground. I had to think a second on that one. "Oh, do you mean teeter-totter? Let's find a friend to do that with you!" If I met that request, I could see myself landing on the ground and the child flying off onto the blacktop! That would make a fun phone call to his parents!


The little moments meant a lot and helped me through my day as I thought about what had been said or done throughout the day. It helps that I have granddaughters around to fill the void of missing these conversations. The six-year-old granddaughter always asks, "Can we go to Old McDonald's?" whenever I am privileged to pick her up from school. How can I deny that beautiful child? Of course, we go! I know these moments will not last forever, but I will enjoy them while I can.


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