Often I wonder and worry about how to raise compassionate, sensitive, kind children. Then, out of the blue...proof that I am doing something right. I was telling Charlotte about Evelyn's last day of school and how Teacher Gina was crying. Charlotte seemed very concerned and asked why she was crying. I told her that she would miss the kids. With teary eyes, she looked up at me and said, "I'm crying, but I don't know why." I know why. Because she is a compassionate, sensitive, kind girl.
It was Charlotte's last day today. On to pre-k next year. I'm not ready for kindergarten, so this makes me happy:)