Transition is Best
Yes, I teach Transition.
Where else would a handsome and very young man put his arms around me and ask, "Do you know that I love you?"
Where else could I wear the same dress day after day and be told each time that it is pretty?
Where else could I walk up and down the room and have warm hands touch me?
Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling loose teeth and receive a promise that I may pull them when they are loose enough?
Where else would the future look as bright as it does amid an energetic group to whom nothing is impossible?
Where else could I guide the first letter formations of a chubby little hand that may some day write a book or an important document?
Where else could I forget my own aches and pains because of so many cut fingers, scratched knees, bumped heads and broken hearts that need care?
Where else could I forget interest rates and even "the state of the country" because “Philip” isn't grasping reading as he should and other methods must be tried?
Where else would my mind have to stay so young as with a group whose attention span is so short that I must always keep a "bag of tricks up my sleeve"?
Where else could I feel so close to my Maker as I do each year when, because of something I have done, little children learn to read?
Yes, I do teach Transition,
And I love it!
(Adapted from) Mrs. Janet Gorell Meyer