I had the privilege of going to Ricky’s parent/teacher conference last night. It was long but only because his teacher is a talker and I was her last appointment of the night. She had only wonderful things to say about Ricky.
One of my favorite comments was concerning his reading. Some law has been passed that includes first graders needing to be able to read this lengthy paragraph correctly within a certain time limit. Ricky’s teacher said, “Ricky is my only hope!” As she whipped out 100% after 100%, it was a nice reassurance that Ricky is stinking smart and does his work to show it.
My other favorite comment was about his personality. She told me that one day she had the privilege of spending a full 15 minute recess with him, taking turns pumping up this ball (it was a pretty big ball). She told me how he talked about this and that and nothing at all and that those 15 minutes were going to be with her forever. When she sees him in 10 years, she will still remember how much she enjoyed spending that time with him. How can I do anything but love his teacher?
And how can I do anything but love this boy?
