Red Thread...

There is an ancient Chinese belief which states that there is an invisible red thread that connects each of us to all of the individuals who have been, currently are, and will in the future be important to us in our lives.

This red thread can stretch, twist, and bend… but will never break.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

A Substitute Teacher

Last week Katie got to her dance studio just as the announcement was made that she had a substitute teacher. Most times, Katie does okay with a substitute because she still has all of her friends with her. Her first question after a class with a substitute though is, "Where's Ms. Moriah?" She definitely misses her when she's gone.

When a substitute is there, not only does the class' teacher change, but everything they usually do changes for the week. In the end, it's good for the girls to experience change and learn new skills, but the change can be exhausting too. Katie holds it in until the end of class and then it comes out after class.

This time, when Katie heard there was a substitute, she wanted to climb up on the bench right away, so she could look through the window into the studio and see her teacher. When she looked in the window, she wasn't ready for the change that was coming. Her teacher was a "Mr." and not a "Ms."

She was hesitant to walk into the room with a "boy teacher," but she quickly relaxed. Mr. Marty worked with the girls a lot on balance. It can be pretty funny to watch a class of 3-years olds work on developing balance, but not one of them ever gave up trying.

The funniest part was near the end of the class. It was pretty easy to tell that all of the girls were getting worn out from all of the new skills. Pretty soon, the four girls started singing the music they have in their normal class and performed the accompanying dance for their new teacher. He just gave up for those last five minutes, smiled, and enjoyed the performance!

At the end of class, Katie completely shocked me. She ran out of the room and said, "Oh no! I forgot to say thank you!" She ran back in to thank her teacher and then gave him a hug. I guess she really enjoyed her class even though the next thing I heard from her was, "Where's Ms. Moriah?"

I didn't know what to think of having a boy teacher, but he was really nice! 

We were all trying to hold a foot behind us in one hand and balance on the other foot. It was hard! 

We kept trying though! 

Trying a New March

Mr. Marty really liked it when we taught him "Three Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed."

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