To This Year’s Kindergarten Teacher,
Your classroom is full. It bustles with kids in squeaky, new shoes and oversized backpacks. Some of their smiles are shy, their eyes wide and nerves evident. Others squirm and hop their way around the room, their energy radiating out through a little body that struggles to hold still.
“Welcome to Kindergarten!”
You’ve written each of their names on little placards dotted with star stickers. Over the coming year, these names will grow from mere faces into personalities and stories that you know and love.
But what you don’t know is that there’s a name missing from your class list this year.
You’re one spiderman backpack short.
One tousled-haired child with a mischevious grin is missing.
You don’t see him. But I do.