Virag:
(Vee ♦ Rahg)
“Flower”
My reminder came in the form of a five year old’s mischievous whisper: “Deen! Happy Women’s Day!”
While I’ve never celebrated a Women’s Day in the States, the flowers brought in by a generous parent clued me in on the traditions here.
On the circle-time rug that has seen so many temper tantrums, hair pulling incidents, and sneaky the-teacher-isn’t-looking elbow jabs, I watched as each of our boys shuffled up to a girl, bashfully recited a poem, and gifted a flower. Even more bashful looks and wide smiles followed.
All across my news feed I saw tributes to strong women, marches, calls to action…
But there, in my tiny classroom, I saw young boys being taught to respect young girls, and young girls being taught they deserved that respect for simply being who they are. That’s something I’m proud to celebrate.
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