The children read to me.

I was asked to read with my son's class but my schedule just doesn't permit; until this week. The person who had Wednesday mornings canelled and the parent organizer asked me to help out. She even gave me her day, so that I would be able to come in on a consistent basis.

The teacher called seven students, one by one to come with me to a table in a wide carpeted hallway, which connects classrooms. Each student read to me so I was able to pick up on their strengths and weaknesses. One was very funny. One student gets distracted easy telling me about her new beta fish and what she did and will do over the weekend. You had to bring her back by saying, "I can't wait to see what's at the end of the story".

The next student read but decided to share about a confrontation with another student that happened to him almost two years ago and we spoke of how to handle it if he found himself in similar situations. Then I had a great opportunity to have my son read to me. I was so proud as he was in his element with reading. The last student out shined everyone. She was reading chapter books.

So my time was about giving praises, tricks to reading, a short counseling session, more praise, listening and talking about what intereats them, all while reading books. What a rewarding day. I had no idea I would enjoy myself so much. "It was a pleasure reading with you. I really enjoyed myself".

I can't wait until next time. I implore you to take advantage of your children's school and get involved. Use your talents for them. It's an undescribable high. And they will remember you.

Love is...

Love is a powerful weapon. A tool for mending broken relationships. It can be used as a platform to draw people near or as a humble lowering of self to show those who are dear.

Love is a word to be used with delicate tones for communicating truths and sternly for breaking through lies. Love is essential although taken lightly by some. It should be shared fairly from the greatest to the least and proportioned with equality from the west to the east.

Love is a feeling that dwindles and fades when within interactions; strongest when proven by the filter of time. It's most accurate by the work set forth and weakened by the consistency of materials bought.

Love is a challenge as it takes account of those without verses those on top. It sifts the heart and opens the mind. It stumbles the man and fathoms his essence for a search he cannot find or a bond that does not bind.

Love is kind. A virtue well hidden in some. A freedom to be released in many. It is best when practiced. It is best when shared. It is best aged and treasured, a fine wine of sorts. It can be traded, passed on, borrowed and taught.

Love is inspiring. Contagious in it's natural form, a closed line, from the giver to the receiver to the giver again. It is euphoric with no reachable height. It is expansive with no limited shape. It is for all a beacon of light.

Love is expansive encompassing all. A covering to those whom embrace it. A wall to those who spite it. It is an entity in itself protecting and endearing. To some wonderfully appealing and others painfully revering.

Love is all these and more. A choice by the viewer and receiver. An experience in itself lonely yet precious with another. The love I choose is best served with the former.