pumpkin“Humble rewards of the [teaching] profession” has been a revisited blog theme since I started posting in 2006.  The beat goes on in the 37th year!  Today, my Fine Arts senior class sat on the sidewalk with kindergartners to carve pumpkins.

The little ones and big ones alike sat in the gravel-strewn, dusty walk-way, cramming their arms up to their elbows in the pumpkins to hollow out the  innards.  They made a delightful mess together.

A few years ago, I’d have noticed only the little ones.   But at this advanced career phase as an experienced grandparent,  the senior big kids are just as precious.  Chere babies all!

Blessed are those who teach, for theirs are the humble rewards.