As many of you know, J is sometimes the bane of my existence. She is also one of my favorite students. Based on what I know of her home life, it's not unsurprising that she can be a little ...challenging.
J is the last person in my line and she is always twirling, climbing, wandering. Most of the time, I would let that frustrate me, give her a warning and call it a day. Then, one day I made her hold my hand as punishment. Rather than punishing it seemed to calm her, so I kept doing it. Eventually, I started giving her hand squeezes and told her that means "I love you." It always gets me one of her rare smiles -- the kind that light up her whole face.
Today we were doing our normal routine and all of the sudden she gave me a hand squeeze and said, "That means I love you."
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