*name has been changed
I still remember her baby fine blonde hair that hung just above her shoulders. She had a freckle-dusted nose, Snow White skin, and a toothy smile. The way her hair was combed till it shined revealed that someone took great care in getting this little first grader ready for school each day.
Grace* was a beautiful, well-behaved child who, at first glance, appeared to be any teacher’s dream. But within ten minutes of the first day of school, I knew Grace would offer an extreme test of patience despite my previous experience in the most challenging special education classrooms.
As if pulled by some magnetic force, Grace physically gravitated toward me. If she was not sitting at her desk, she could be found directly under my nose looking up at me with a concerned expression.
Why the nearness? Why the concern? You may wonder.
Because Grace was a Persistent Question Asker. Whatever inquiry popped into her 6-year-old brain came out of her mouth—and the question was always addressed to me.