The Most Precious Gift

Today at school my children were very excited that it was my birthday and very upset that I did NOT bring them cupcakes (I mean come on how DARE me!?) But this morning my little K comes in with a box in her hand. This little girl is the one I may have mentioned before...she likes to throw chairs, scream at the top of her lungs, disobey, talk back, comes from a rough family, dad not around, mom not so much either, ya know...the works. However, this morning she walks in with this box. Wrapped in used Christmas paper, with tears and tape every which away. She is so proud as she walks into my room, as she is the only one with a present for me, to hand me the box she has wrapped with such tender and care. I almost cried looking at the box. The kids begged me to open it, I hesitated in fear, what was in this box and what would the other kids say? I opened the box to find a picture frame and a bear figurine. You see both of these items come from the front office "Positive Pal" treasure box. Something she had earned for behaving properly and doing her job (which is rare), she felt she needed to give to me. So with the biggest hug and deepest pull on my heart I hugged little K and told her it was the best birthday present ever.