I was not prepared for what I would find. I was especially not prepared for my reaction to what I would find.
It was a pretty little poem written in PECS about the valentines presents Sam and his class had made for the hungry little birds who live in the trees around his school.
I cried. A lot.
I cried as I envisioned five children with their sensory issues handling the bread & working on their gross and fine motor skills to make the little hearts using large cookie cutters.
My heart swelled imagining them going on their afternoon walk and hanging their bread hearts on the branches of the bare trees waiting for their feathered friends to begin their feast.
I wished I had a picture of them all in the openness of the field with the cold wind whipping at their cheeks, holding the hands of their teacher or a 1:1 aide.
Most of all, I was thankful that their teacher is not only teaching them to read, and write (or in Sam's case, to type) but that she is teaching them to love and to care for those around them.
Even the wee birds.
