Otis has been around the world today!
Better stated… today, Otis was loved and hugged and smooched and squeezed by children from all over this planet, right here in the heart of Nashville. Today, we visited Haywood Elementary School, for the second time in two weeks (Click here for the Part II recap).
On both trips, we were met with such love, such excitement and interest.
On both trips, we made beautiful new friends.
On both trips, we were blessed.
For a mere peek into the remarkable wonders of Haywood, read forth…
The photograph above includes children from Egypt, Burma, Somalia, Iraq and Uzbekistan! (The country of Jordan is also represented, but the student from Jordan was home sick on this day. She is in Part II of this story though, back and well for our second visit!)
Miss Jan Crowder and her class greeted us with graceful manners, helpful hands, and promising imaginations. We gathered in the cozy library, and read aloud the Spelling Test chapter, together.
They sat close… some close enough to reach a fingertip to pet Otis while they listened.
They scooted closer… close enough to share impromptu hugs with me, and exuberant smiles certainly drawn by the unparalleled hands of God above.
They looked right into my eyes, because they are so curious, so ready for knowledge, so honest and innocent to worldly concerns, even though they represent just that: the world.
One smiling boy touched Otis, and jumped back, testing and conquering his own apprehension.
One brown-eyed fellow beamed joy and happiness with a darling grin that I won’t forget.
One studious chap followed along, word-for-word, showing his skill in mastering English.
One pretty, smart girl bounced around me with delight and zest for life.
One precious child kept a distance from Otis, his fear of dogs shown on his face. (Remember this boy… I’ll return to him momentarily.)
We talked about our imaginations and our own stories. We talked about adjectives and the power of descriptive words. We celebrated the fact that all of our stories are different, and all worth telling with the most beautiful words we can muster.
Lunchtime scents finally found their ways into the halls, signaling the end of our time together. After all the hugs we could fit into our affectionate goodbyes, we parted ways for the day, their promises of telling their own unique stories, echoing in my mind.
Otis was happy with all the loving of the morning, and I was touched by the connection Miss Crowder had with this class that she so expertly fashioned into a family. She found herself at the beginning of the school year with the world’s children at her feet, and six different language barriers between them. Such hurdles are no match for Miss Crowder’s dedication, devotion and true love for these youngsters.
And now… these students and their teacher–this family–moves as one unit, with respect and patience and order, with manners and politeness, with concern and time for each other… all with beautiful English and ambition for excellence! Like polished jewels of the earth, these students reflect the care Miss Crowder brings from her heart, every single day, and I could see that they were all blessings to each other. To be included in the morning’s study with this class was a gift, for Otis and for me.
Only a few days later, Miss Crowder hand-delivered those promised stories to me. I was speechless, holding true treasures in my hands.
And from the little fellow who was afraid… he rose above that fear, just as the twinkle in his eye promised he would. Fear, to anyone, is a hindrance. But to a child, an 8-year old, in a faraway country, nowhere near his Somalian home, communicating in his second language, already overcoming so much… a fear could be paralyzing. This boy paused before his fear, calculated his own source of courage, and waited patiently while it swelled within his lion’s heart.
Though he did not need to apologize for his apprehension around dogs, he did, within his handwritten story (below). I smiled with a furrowed brow when I read his words. If I could just reach through his sentiments with a hug and assurance that I understood, and to tell him not to fret…
I would get that chance, in fact.
Needless to say, Otis and I could hardly wait to return to Haywood Elementary.
Click here to read further about the Jewels of Haywood Elementary School — Part II… 200 1st graders and no fears in sight!