It felt good to call her old school and tell them she would not be back.
It felt good when Butterfly ran up to Partner after school to announce that when the "gong" rang, she did not have to line up.
It felt good when Butterfly told me she can sit anywhere during circle time- not on a certain color square.
It felt good when Teacher invited Butterfly to sit on her lap during circle time.
It felt good when Teacher observed Butterfly tensing and she immediately went over to help the kids navigate their feelings- Butterfly did not hurt anyone.
It felt good to know she was supported.
It felt good to see so many parents and younger siblings at the school- all day long- helping the Teachers and the children.
It felt good when our friend came and gave us hugs, telling us she was glad we were there- finally.
It felt good when her son- the third grader- came from his class to say hello to Butterfly.
It felt good to see all the boys with long hair, the kids of different races, the different styles.
It felt good to observe other children with challenges.
It felt good to feel part of a community.
It felt good to hear Teacher give the kids choices and opportunities to volunteer.
It felt good when one of the Teachers found out Butterfly likes Bugs and took her to see some right in the middle of the activity because Butterfly wanted to see.
It felt good to sing the morning song in Russian.
It felt good to sit in the outdoor classroom.
It felt good to be at a new school.
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