The last few times I’ve handed out summer meals, (see Ripple Effect) it has been at my school. And even though the cars go through fairly quickly, I always look for familiar faces. There have been a few smiles and waves from students, but yesterday’s smile was extra special.
The dad rolled down his truck window, I asked for the number of children and went to collect the bags. As I walked back to the truck, I saw a sweet face, sitting in the passenger’s seat. I yelled, “Hi!” As if greeting a long-lost friend.
The dad and boy looked surprised, maybe even a little confused. But then I stepped back and took off my face mask. I said, “I just love your son! I’m Grandma, Abuelita, his music teacher.” (see A New Nickname) My student smiled the biggest smile.
His dad proceeded to brag on him. Telling me how much he had been studying, improving his English during this time away from school. And how he would be so much better prepared for school this next year. I said how glad I was to see him, then they drove away.
The whole experience lasted only a few short minutes, but it made my day. Actually, it made my week. And the truth is, I was the one left smiling the biggest smile. ❤ 🙂