On the last day of school I was given a lot of gifts and cards with really nice things inside about me helping the children. Every morning we go out and say good morning to the children in our class. I arrived outside and one of the boys handed me this tiny flower. I asked him did he make this he said yes. It made me smile and I put it in my pocket.
I went about my day not thinking anything about the flower until I was at home and put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the flower. I reflected on the boy who made it. He was a boy who was very sweet but had high needs and sometimes drove me bonkers. He needed so much. He would often tell me how much he loved me and make me pictures. I would bring them home and put them up on my fridge and take photos of them to show him. He loved that.
He often asked to hug me and I’d give him a great big bear hug. He had an amazing mind and he often asked me to sit with him while he worked. He’d sit beside me as much as possible. His hands often were on other children and he didn’t know his own strength. We worked hard on that.
For him to make all those flowers for us all was amazing and I realized that this small token of his love was the biggest and best gift I recieved. It was the gift of love. ❤️
Beauty from Ashes. 