I was frantically typing something or other during passing period instead of greeting my kids at the door, which is much more satisfying. One of my sixth hour students walked in, came behind my desk, and gently patted me around the shoulder. “How are you today, Mrs. P?”
It humbles me so when they do my job better than I do–when they take care of me, even though it should be the other way around.
I’m not naive: I know these teenagers aren’t perfect. But I still believe there’s a lot we can learn from the sincere kindness, gentleness, and interest they display every day.