Yesterday at the pool, as I was headed out of the locker room, I bumped into Plum. She was with her daycare teacher and two other girls.
She stopped and stared at me, blankly. I was in a swimsuit coverup instead of real clothes, and way out of my usual school context.
Then she gasped, “Mrs. X!” and hurled herself into my arms.
While I explained to her daycare teacher who I was, Plum hugged me about seven times total.
Then I sent her on her way with best wishes for kindergarten.
My summer is almost up, but those hugs from a smart, sweet girl help me to remember why I love my job so much.