Today I took Salsa to school with me. It wasn’t a big deal since it was a workday. Sage came too, and it was cool having my family in the room with me while I completed what seemed to be endless grading. Salsa growled at Mr. Sir like he was the devil. She sounded like my kids.
When I was grading the journals, it was both sad and gratifying to see that almost all of the kids wrote posts complaining about my absence on the days I was out. They were bummed. It’s definitely a motivator to go to school on those days when I am lying about in a depressed heap.
I think we are way more important to these kids than we know. (not that it makes anything easier)