I’m a second-grade teacher, and some days, my students teach me the most important lessons.
One morning, one of my little girls walked into class looking heartbroken. As we started our day, she suddenly announced — right there in front of everyone — that her parents were going to court for custody that day. Her little voice trembled as she said, “I’m scared they’re going to make me choose.”
The room fell silent. I could see her classmates processing what she said, their young faces filled with concern. I did my best to comfort her and gently moved the class forward with our morning routine.
A little later, I noticed her by the cubbies, hugging one of her classmates tightly. Both of them were crying softly. Worried, I rushed over, afraid something had happened.
But then, I saw it — a small, crumpled note in her hand. It was from the little boy she was hugging. In uneven, shaky handwriting, it said:
“Don’t worry. Whatever happens, it’s in God’s hands.”
I had to turn away for a moment because the tears were already in my eyes.
These two children, barely 7 or 8 years old, showed a depth of compassion and love that many adults spend a lifetime trying to learn.
I drove home that day with a full heart and tears in my eyes, so proud of the little family we’ve built in our classroom.
Sometimes, the smallest hearts carry the greatest wisdom.