I was reading with one of my 1st grade boys (an absolute doll, which in this case, helped ease the pain a bit)...we were having a good time, reading and chatting it up. Before long though, I could 'feel' him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. This isn't all that unusual, but usually the kids look at me like this when the are appealing for a hint about an unknown word. So, I just ignored him for a few minutes, until I realized he was breezing through the book so his sideways glance was not a plea for help. Nope. He was about to let the truth fly out of his mouth and hit me smack in the face. Did I mention how darn adorable he is?
"What is it?" I asked. Wondering if I had something in my teeth, or worse, my nose. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes, but said nothing. He wanted to, though, that was clear!
"What's the matter?" I inquired once more.
"Ummm, well...you kinda have some, well...you know, some..."
I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. Until he began to point. Toward my hair. Ahhhh...I was beginning to understand.
"Well, Ms. Marci, you have some, you know, some..." (all the while pointing to my hair, specifically the temple area).
Ok. I'm slow. But not that slow.
"Gray hair?" I asked.
"Ya, Ms. Marci. And quite a bit too."
Ouch. It stung for a second. A very brief second. But then, I smiled and said, "Ya, I know Buddy. It happens. It might even happen to you someday!"
"Really?" he said.
"Yep."
"Cool!" he replied.
Cool. Really. I mean it. What a great job I have. I get to see the most wonderful children everyday. I get to help them learn and grow. And, I get to make the best little friends. Friends who not afraid to tell you the truth. And tell it to you in such a way that makes it the best part of your day.
My job rocks!
~Cab Lover
