It was one of those days.
The rough, exhausting, never-ending race sort of days that teachers know all too well.
As I sit at my desk at 4:00 and reflect on the moments I experienced in this whirlwind of a Thursday, what comes to mind is a dandelion.
On the way in from recess, one of my students reached up and said, "I picked this for you. It's a dandelion." He grinned proudly and walked away to lunch.
It was a kind moment...colored in yellow, sweet-smelling, a bright spot in a day that needed one.
It was a peek ahead to spring, and a glimpse into the mind of a 6th grader who cared enough to pick me a flower today.
A lovely dandelion moment.