We had a craft, played games and had treats. The kids all got a goody bag and the end and were over the moon excited they got to keep the crayons and glue we brought. That really hits home when I think about how spoiled my children are and how worried I am about what to get them for Christmas. These kids deserve more, they deserve better, and I hope if you are reading this you pray for the kids at Wheatley, or consider giving some of your time or resources to a school or kids with less this year.
I took a picture of this sign on the wall because I liked what it said, one of the kids saw me take it and asked me what it said. While I told her (a 3rd grader) I am not sure it meant much but it was nice to tell her anyway.
The girls had a blast when I got my camera out. I have a ton of pictures of them posing and dancing. When they learned that we (my Mom's group) were their pen pals they went nuts and we were mobbed on our way out. Mobbed in a good way.
I told him he had to show me his teeth if it was going to count as a smile, so yes I got what I asked for.
This is Julius. My heart aches for him. I don't know his story and I have let my imagination run wild with what it could or might be...but pray for Julius. There were a few kids in the class that you could tell had not had a bath for a bit or needed clothes, but most you felt had love from someone. I did not get that feeling with Julius. He wouldn't really look at you. He didn't speak. I wanted to take him home with me.
Our class. This was one of many parties held at the school that day. Each class had their own group of helpers for their party.
What a blessing to be a part of this today. What a good reminder about what is important.
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