June 29, 201411 comments
The kindergartner had gotten lost and ended up in the 2nd grade wing. She looked around at all the big kids, a little bewildered but not quite scared as of yet. Then she spotted me standing outside my classroom door and her face broke into a radiant smile. She walked up to me, arms outstretched, and gave me a hug.
That little girl had no idea who I was. But she knew I was a teacher, and in her a mind a teacher is someone you can trust to take care of you.
That trust is a gift. Earning it lies at the heart of our profession.