Loving Grandparent

The first week I began at Ramsey school, while in a multi-age classroom, I noticed a student who was forlorn. He had eyes of sadness and slumped shoulders. It appeared he had the weight of the world upon his shoulders. I greeted him with a smile and spoke many words of affirmation while he worked on his assignments. I noticed he was a hard worker who worked quickly and accurately on his assignments. I smiled and greeted him whenever in his room.
At the end of my second week of fifteen hours, he ran quickly to me when I entered the room to show me he had accumulated five stickers for each day of the week on his prescription sheet. I commended him.
One day as I sat helping another student, he came by my side and sweetly looked in my eyes to ask if I wanted him to help the student with her assignment. Knowing he was a good reader, I responded quickly with a "yes." The student was reading a book having difficulty with the new words.
Another time, he came to me with his palm cupped under his nose letting me know he had a bloody nose. We quickly went to the class restroom to take care of the situation. I got him tissue, handed it to him and told him to squeeze his nose. He is a very obedient child. I asked if this had happened before. He responded affirmatively. It had. I looked him in the eye and told him, " I love you." His "melting heart eyes" sparkled with receptive love.
This week, as I entered the classroom, he came to me with sadness to share that he had forgotten his spelling words at home, which resulted in no sticker for that day. I responded with, "That's okay I still love you and I forgive you." I assured him he would get the sticker when he brought his paper the next day. I parted from him to help another student. It was only a few minutes later that he came to tell me he had a stomachache. I rubbed his back, looked him in the eye and replied, "please forgive yourself. It's going to be okay." He returned to his seat which was positioned four feet away from me. He picked up a book and began reading. I checked on him before leaving the classroom. Once again, assuring him it would be okay and that I would see him at the end of the week.
It brought me great delight to see him at the end of this week. He quickly ran to me with a broad smile and bright shining eyes to show me he had five stickers on his prescription sheet.
I am thankful that I made the phone call in August to ask Gail Sumerfelt about the volunteer Foster Grandparent position in Montevideo, which caught my eye in our local newspaper. There are MANY other students just like him. ALL people need someone to make life sweeter.

-Gail Sumerfelt