This Shouldn't Be About Me, But It Is

I went to school on Thurday to help in Dare's art class. I was so happy to be there.

In their school in Utah, they didn't have a designated art room. So this was the first time I have been in an art room at an elementary school since I was going to elementary school. All the wonderful memories of being in art class came back to me. What a wonderful place to be! I started remembering why I went to college to be an art teacher. I had pretty much given up that idea until I went to volunteer that day. I loved being there. I loved everything about the room. I loved the kids' enthusiasm. I loved the teacher's cool, anything-goes attitude. I loved that the kids went outside with a pencil, paper, and a board to observe and draw trees.

I loved the caked on paint on the drying racks. Seriously. That means good things are happening there.

I loved the shelves and shelves, and stacks and stacks of art supplies. It was all I could do to not grab a paint brush and just paint.
I also loved that I was able to meet Dare's friends. I had one girl give me a flower, one girl give me a hug, and one girl stop to wait because she wanted to walk with me. And I will never forget the boy who said...

Boy - "Are you Dare's mom?"

Me - "Yes. I am."

Boy - "I am in love with her."

He was so matter of fact that I believed it to be true. Ha ha! He said it as if he was talking about the weather. Like, "Hey Dare's mom. It's raining." Later when I told Dare, she said, "I know." She told me that he tells her that all the time. It didn't phase her either.