Having a 2-year old makes me stop and enjoy the simple things in life, like Play-Doh. Rolling the dough between my palms, smashing it against the table, creating long hissing snakes, and building monsters is a stress-reliever in the simplest sense. It's a time where the stacks of late work assignments, reading journals, and writing projects take a backseat. It's a time where the students with negative attitudes fade into the background noise of the T.V. and the worries of lesson planning for a new class subside.
For a moment, I am focused only on two things: Play-Doh and my son, who is only wearing Thomas the Train underwear and a smile.
The papers, the journals, the students, their parents, and the lesson planning can wait.
This is more important.
This is the only thing that is important.
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