Pot of Gold

If you were to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, what would you do? 

Little Pakistani Ali: Some I would give to the poor. I would keep some to buy a desk because in Pakistan we can have desks and I would study. 

Little Greek/Hispanic Amanda: I would give my pot of gold to my mom because I love her. I love my mom so much. She is so nice. We would give money to the sick kids in the hospital.

Little Middle Eastern Muhi: I would give all of it to the poor. 

Little Nigerian Oma: I would give my pot of gold to my Nigerian friends in Nigeria because they can't use dollars or they go to jail. They would be happy with gold. 

Granted, these children sit separately from each other. These answers are priceless. . .beautiful . . . makes me wonder what they have all gone through. How I would of loved to say, "That's awesome. You know, Jesus would do that also. He gave up life in heaven with His Dad to come and live with us where everything is dirty, different, poor." That is the price public education pays though; not mentioning Jesus unless asked.

This week, I got to know the 34 students (I know all the names, but still need practicing pronouncing some). Here are some facts I learned of the class overall:

• As you could tell from the names of my kids, they all come from various countries: Pakistan, India, Nigeria, Hispanic countries (including Guatemala), Lebanon, Greece, Russia, Philippines, and some Middle Eastern Country (cannot remember). I find this fascinating and beautiful! My one English Language Learner speaks only Arabic and little English (not Spanish unlike Sioux County area).
• Already there is drama of who is my friend and who isn't, and he likes me, but I like another boy. *Sigh* 
• Most of them are children living in poor homes. Most of them get the free breakfast, and because first graders share more than they should, I learned that many of them come from broken homes. 
• They are so lovable, and already I have received many, many hugs! I cannot wait to get to know them better, and love on them and learn to teach them best.

 I do miss my special ed placement children. I am fortunate to be in the same school, because I get to see them walking to places. They wave dramatically and yell "I miss you Miss Gomez!" If it were appropriate, I would dramatically wave my hands and scream back that I miss them too. Instead, I smile a huge smile and  say "me too," and then put my finger on my mouth because they are being too loud.

These children are a pot of gold itself. God blesses us so much through children. Thank you God.

*The names are not real. I think it best to protect them by giving them fake names. You will find this throughout my upcoming blogs*