We write names, squeeze clips, and then we dance. Everyday. Their teachers want to start the day with joy and rejoicing, so we swing our hips, we raise our arms, and we celebrate our being there.
Scissors, glue, pencils, paint, books, love. We have plenty of each, and we slop it around because it feels right.
When a little brown-faced girl looks at you and spells her name and you have to hold it together just so that you don't have to spend the rest of the day reassuring your jumpy little guy that you are ok and everything is fine. When you see kindness being dealt out from one little friend to another. When you start praying to know what to do for little x, y, and z. This is when you say thank you in your heart, and you do the best you can to grab onto the hope of a better world.