There are days in this job when I question my sanity, when I come home to my own small children and have little patience left for their troubles and I feel like a terrible parent as a result.

And then there are days like today.

Last night we made mailboxes for each child.  They’ve been writing lots of letters and using one communal mailbox wasn’t working.  This morning, one of our four-year-olds (four!) wrote a letter to each child in the class including their name and a picture.  She did this totally independently as both teachers were engaged in helping with a fashion design project on the other side of the room (that’s another story!).  It’s on days like today that I remember… I have the best job in the world!



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