i'm here wrapping up the year in my little classroom in chinatown.
one of my clever, sweet, big dreamers wrote me a letter (dear mary ann moss…) this week that made me cry in class. as a 52 year old, my tear production has reached an all time high. it's possible i cry more now in public than i did as a 6 year old.
but i can't be sure unless i time travel, and this week anyway, that is out of the question.
ms. moss makes you feel special.
i thought i was bad and people hated me. i was really shy…
her letter goes on in specific detail to describe how she feels i helped her. and at the very end she wrote:
i give thanks to ms. moss's mom for bringing a wonderful, beautiful, talented woman to the world.
best. letter. ever.
THIS is the song the kids will sing for their culmination. i think it's a lovely anthem for beginning life "out on the loose". sniff sniff.
i'm heading off to sweden in a few weeks and my letter writer is heading out on her own grand adventure from guatemala to el salvador with her adult brother.
she's going to keep in touch with me along the way and send me photos & missives from the road.
in the meantime i have a mountain of closing tasks to take care of, 27 goodbye hugs to give, and lots of loose ends to tie up.
see you on the other side!
p.s. missus letter writer, is among 4 students, who will be presenting their "dare to dream" speech to the entire culminating class.