This past week, progress monitoring kindergartners on first sound fluency was on my agenda. One afternoon, I walked down to a classroom and said two girls' names. They both enthusiastically jumped up, like they had won a trip to Disney World, and we started walking down the hallway. Just me and those two poptart little girls. While we made our way to the reading room, I explained who I was and what I was going to talk to them about.
And spontaneously, they started holding hands and smiling. Pretty soon, their walk turned into more of a skip, hop, and bop. Happiness popping out of every seam. Then one poptart turned to the other and exclaimed, "You look really beautiful today!"
When she said it, she meant it. Like her smile was going to bust out of her face meant it. The best part was her idea of beautiful had nothing to do with looks or clothes or designer names or any of that garbage. It had everything to do with loving her friend for being who she is and wanting to shout if from the rooftops.
The other poptart. The one who was told she was beautiful. Well, she just grinned while she tucked her hair behind her ear. Happy to know she was indeed beautiful.
Guess what? Our world. Is not such a bad place.
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