Little Balls of Love

A few weeks ago, I volunteered in Zibbi's kindergarten class.  In previous years, I have tried to volunteer with a younger sibling (or two) in tow, with extremely limited success.  I even speculate that after the disruption I caused one year that the school district actually changed the policy so no younger siblings are allowed during volunteering. (Sorry!) I know, the world doesn't actually revolve around me, it just feels like it sometimes.  Even though I don't actually have any younger children with me now, I was feeling nervous about volunteering.  Zibbi's teacher said she needed help running "literacy" stations (which Zibbi had been calling "little c" stations.  She was disgusted with us, when we asked if she was learning letters at "little c" stations.  She already KNOWS the letters...)  Before I volunteered, I took a deep breath and made the intention to spread some joy in the kindergarten class room.  As I was leaving, a crowd of 5-6 year-olds surrounded me, asking for hugs.  One of Zibbi's favorite friends requested a hug and told me she wished I was her mom.  I was both flattered and shocked.  I know her two moms and after the initial flattery wore off, I wondered how many moms did she need!?!?  Was she trying to collect moms? Another little girl gave me a big hug, then paused.  She exclaimed, "How do you SMELL SO good??"  I also wasn't expecting that comment.  Leaving the school, I had that feeling that I had failed on my mission of spreading joy.  Instead, those little bundles of love left me covered in joy.