Making a difference

Yesterday a parent, whom I had not met before introduced himself to me. He said that he had especially wanted to meet the new art teacher. When I explained that I also happened to be the mother of the two new girls in his son's classroom - he stopped and, amidst unshed tears took my hand again and said what a difference he and his wife had seen in his son since the arrival of my family. He shared how his son had always done well in school when they lived in another country but since coming back to North Africa he had struggled greatly. Then suddenly shortly after my girls balanced out the ratio of boys to girls in the third grade class - his son became himself again. I am so proud of my girls and their kind loving hearts that help others to be themselves. (This is just a picture of a group of first graders and the director of our school, along with my sweet helpful, smiling girls.)