One of my kindergarders saying to me ""Miss Anna, I like to think of you as my mommy. You're just the right size for me to love and look up to." and then when I explained I was too young to be their mom, a little boy turned to me and said "I don't have a mommy so you're my mommy. You're the only girl that loves me even when I'm bad. "
My heart melted into a puddle.
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