I went to Cooper's back to school night last week. The children had worked so hard on making the classroom "ready" for their parents. Each desk in the classroom held a packet of papers, a cute paper monkey (they're doing an animal unit), a science notebook and a blank piece of paper that said love note at the top. Each parent was supposed to write a note so that they'd know we had been there and it would greet them the next morning. Cooper knew all about it and was excited to tell me what would happen.
I visited his classroom and wrote him a note. I was careful to use words that I knew he'd be able to read and wrote in my best 1st grade handwriting. I told him how his work made me feel (the book about you made me happy, the monkey made me laugh, etc) and let him know how proud I was of him for his good work. I signed my name with some hugs and kisses. Parental duty complete, I didn't think about the note again.
This morning he opted to have me walk him into the classroom instead of going through the carpool line. When he opened his locker to put his things away I saw the note! He looked up at me and said, "There's your note Momma. I put it there because I liked it. Isn't it a good locker decoration?". I melted and my heart swelled up into my throat.
A note that I didn't give a second thought to is now decorating my little boys locker. It's the little things- it always has been.