Crazy busy right now so my talented daughter took over the job of blog writing. Enjoy!
Kids, some people love them and some, well not so much. As a young child of a teacher, I swore that I would never work with kids. Then, I was bitten (no, not by the kids) by the "kid bug". Oh, the stories I could tell about my years working with kids, especially the ones with autism. They are the little light in my eyes and every day I have spent working with these magnificent youngsters is always a new adventure.
I could tell you stories about collecting rocks during recess, working in the "quiet" room, and playing "Ring around the Rosie" multiple times in order to teach a youngster how to finish phrases and speak his/her own phrases; but that would take a novel to write, so I will share two that I will never forget.
Years ago, I worked as a Paraeducator at North Davis Elementary School. I was the "helper" of a sweet and spunky 6 year old girl with autism. One day, we were in line, and I bent down to tie my shoe. All of the sudden I heard a little excited voice say "Ms. Maggie, you have hairs!" Being pretty used to the funny things this young girl would say, I didn't get offended. She was just stating what she saw and to a little kid, hair was a pretty extraordinary thing to see! Without even asking her what she meant by "hairs", she says to me "Ms. Maggie, you have lots of hairs on your arms!" I tell you, you don't know how to contain your laugher in front of a group of kids and a teacher until you have worked in a classroom! Yes, I do have hairy arms and it was up to my little "friend" to remind me of that!
You might wonder how I reacted to such a comment? Well, it went something like this. "Yes D, I do have hair. Part of growing up I guess." Then I gave her a hug and her day was made right then and there.
In another classroom I worked with a little boy who had a fascinating name. I won't share it on here but will share one of my many conversations with him.
Me: G, how did you get your name?
The kid: Well, my mom and dad met. Then they fell in love and had me!
Not quite what I was asking for but couldn't explain that better myself! Well done kid, well done!
Kids really do say the darnedest things!!
By Maggie Gooze
Thanks for reading #244 of 7777.
Kids, some people love them and some, well not so much. As a young child of a teacher, I swore that I would never work with kids. Then, I was bitten (no, not by the kids) by the "kid bug". Oh, the stories I could tell about my years working with kids, especially the ones with autism. They are the little light in my eyes and every day I have spent working with these magnificent youngsters is always a new adventure.
I could tell you stories about collecting rocks during recess, working in the "quiet" room, and playing "Ring around the Rosie" multiple times in order to teach a youngster how to finish phrases and speak his/her own phrases; but that would take a novel to write, so I will share two that I will never forget.
Years ago, I worked as a Paraeducator at North Davis Elementary School. I was the "helper" of a sweet and spunky 6 year old girl with autism. One day, we were in line, and I bent down to tie my shoe. All of the sudden I heard a little excited voice say "Ms. Maggie, you have hairs!" Being pretty used to the funny things this young girl would say, I didn't get offended. She was just stating what she saw and to a little kid, hair was a pretty extraordinary thing to see! Without even asking her what she meant by "hairs", she says to me "Ms. Maggie, you have lots of hairs on your arms!" I tell you, you don't know how to contain your laugher in front of a group of kids and a teacher until you have worked in a classroom! Yes, I do have hairy arms and it was up to my little "friend" to remind me of that!
You might wonder how I reacted to such a comment? Well, it went something like this. "Yes D, I do have hair. Part of growing up I guess." Then I gave her a hug and her day was made right then and there.
In another classroom I worked with a little boy who had a fascinating name. I won't share it on here but will share one of my many conversations with him.
Me: G, how did you get your name?
The kid: Well, my mom and dad met. Then they fell in love and had me!
Not quite what I was asking for but couldn't explain that better myself! Well done kid, well done!
Kids really do say the darnedest things!!
By Maggie Gooze
Thanks for reading #244 of 7777.
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