The Teacher

3 years of law school are coming to a close and we're faced with the possibility of moving.  After picking B-Man up from school today, I asked him a few questions to gauge how moving might affect him.  The following is a snippet of that conversation.  

Me:  "B, do you like your school?"

B:  "Yeah, I do."

Me:  "Would you be sad if you moved?"

PAUSE.  I thought the pause was interesting because to me, it indicated he was thinking and not merely answering.  

B:  "If we moved, I'd still be happy."  

Me:  "Why would you still be happy?"

B:  "When we left Salt Lake City, I was sad.  But when we got here, I realized it was the same as Salt Lake City."  

Me:  "Why is it the same?"

B:  "Because I made friends.  It doesn't matter where we live because we will keep our friends and make more friends."  

Maybe it's because I'm a sap, but hearing his reasoning brought happy tears to my eyes.  I know he loves his school and his teacher, so hearing him say he'd be happy ANYWHERE ... I can't eloquently explain it ... Basically, in a short conversation, he reminded me about that special place from which true happiness originates.  With the stress our little family has been experiencing, the reminder was a welcome one.  

Teachers come in all shapes, sizes and AGES.  Our children reaffirm that fact nearly every day. 

Baseball with friends on FHE night.