Another email from a parent.
We had a read aloud of a book called “A Flicker of Hope” – it’s a book about a candle who’s light is dimming because she has lots of worries and big heavy clouds over her head and that when she is feeling like that, it’s ok to ask for help from others who can make her light brighter again.
The assignment for this particular day was for the whole family to listen to the story (adults need it just as much as kids do) and then if anyone had any worries or dark clouds to talk as a family openly and honestly about it. I didn’t need them to tell me what they submitted, there was nothing to “turn in”.
One mom emails me every day to tell me how her son is going. He’s my only student who is on the autism spectrum, my little starfish. The mom emails me this after her conversation with her son:
We had a conversation with ***. he said,” when I have clouds in my head I go to Miss E. She cheers me up. I breath in and out. And then I become happy again”.