I’m a crier. I get teary when I see a father holding his child’s hand on the way to school. I choke up reading Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree to my students. I can’t read A Hundred Dresses or Crow Boy without holding back tears, either. Heck, I get weepy when I watch the first aid training video at work and the dummy needs CPR. Last week, I was reading a sentimental picture book to my third graders when one called out, “Mr. Done, why aren’t you crying yet?”
Every year at my elementary school, there’s one event where I’m wipin’ my eyes: International Day. On this special day, all the pre-schoolers through fifth graders sit down and share a meal together. Many wear the colors and costumes from their home countries. At the end of the day, the children parade through the hallways with flags and music. Finally, we pack together in the gym to share dances and songs. The little ones sit on teachers’ laps; some hold hands. By this time, I’m usually blubbering. What the world needs is more International Days. Imagine how different things would be if we spent more time with one another sharing a meal, a dance, and a song. Just imagine.
All photos by Paul Corfield with permissions