Saturday, November 17, 2007

Pride

Yesterday, as I was surveying the lunchroom, making sure that all was right in the world of lunch-swapping and surreptitious avoidance of veggies in favor of cupcakes, one of my students called out my name as I passed and beckoned me over.

"Hey, what's up?" said I.

"Check it out, SeƱora!" he cried, pointing to his face.

"Um, what am I looking at here?" I queried. (The acne? The lopsided hair in need of a combing? The braces?)

"MY FIRST BEARD HAIR!"

"Oh, I'm so proud! You go home and show that to your mother. She'll cry."

"I don't have to shave yet, but soon I'll have to," he said. He was so inordinately proud of having produced this one solitary chin hair, he was about to burst his buttons. It was hilarious. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I congratulated him on this rite of passage, and somehow got involved in a discussion with the other boys at the table of who has shaved yet, how often, who else is growing facial hair. Kind of bizarre, although I do pride myself on being more approachable than some of my colleagues.

Moments like these are some of my favorite parts of being a teacher, especially in a middle school. That one beard hair, and the fact that he wanted to show it to me, gave me warm fuzzies.*


*Not warm and fuzzy enough to wish that my own children were boys, though. I enjoy these things from a distance.

3 comments:

Ninotchka said...

Kids are so cute (most of the time). :)

Undomestic said...

I remember when I was pregnant with my first child and found out I was having a boy. I immediately called my friend who had a boy and seriously asked her what there was to like about boys, because all I knew is that that slammed each other into the lockers while walking down the hall...for fun!

Jane said...

Yes, and they're always tackling each other and they smell funny and they're messy and dirty and they eat a lot and then there's the whole penis thing - I'm so glad I have girls!

Not that I would love them less if they were boys. It's just... better the devil you know than the devil you don't know.