Friday, January 7, 2011
This morning, I focused on my coin earrings. I have pennies and nickels; I have coins from the Virgin Islands. Those will have to wait for another day: today I chose a pair given to me by one of my first 3rd grade students.
Isabelle went to Guatemala on vacation. She missed school. And when she returned she strode up to me, practically dancing with anticipation, and handed me a gift. When I opened the tiny box, I gasped. "How lovely!"
"They are Guatemalan coins," she announced with pride. "You taught me how to make change."
The next time I see Isabelle, who must be almost 15 by now, I hope I'll remember to tell her how much those earrings mean to me.