Earlier this year, a certain young boy of my acquaintance (seen here in festive Thanksgiving vest and headband) refused to set foot in the multipurpose room for assembly and dance class. It was too loud, too chaotic and too too much for him. He managed decently during lunch, when the need to eat briefly trumped the fear of noise--but only just.
On Fridays, he'd insist on skipping assembly in favor of "quiet recess" with a much-loved support teacher.
He detests that room. He hates microphones, crowds and noise. He hates loud echoes, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum, bright lights, amplified music.
But here he was today, onstage with the entire Kindergarten class, at his school's Thanksgiving Pageant. He didn't sing (this time), but he clapped and, most importantly, sat with all the other kids, his eyes fixed on me as I madly snapped photos.
I had hoped we could maybe get to this point by -- I don't know -- 2nd grade? So the idea that he trusted his teachers enough to do this in his first semester as a Kindergartner just stuns me.
Teachers, I am so thankful. Isaac, I am so proud of you.