My class said goodbye to our aide today. There were tears in the eyes of some pretty tough boys, and goodbye notes such as this one:
"Thank you for all your helping me? I'm sorry I don't talk to you more. You are really really cute. And so I'm little afraid."
Another student made a list of all the ways in which she had helped him. He hadn't been afraid to talk to her " . . . or about anything," and she had listened.
She never did get all nasty with the math. But I remembered something I was once told in a grief training: "Kids won't care how much you know until they know how much you care."
Thanks for the reminder. We wish you well . . .