Ashley's third grade class recently held their annual Manners' Day. Ms. Dennison does things a bit differently from the other classes. Instead of doing it near Valentine's Day, she turns Manners' Day into an impressive Mother's Day program.
Both kids and mothers came dressed up. They covered groups of desks with colored butcher paper to look like mini tables, then decorated them with tissue paper flowers made into napkin holders and lollipop bouquets. We had a little buffet complete with mini sandwiches and giant strawberries. We got cute pot holders hand-stenciled with butterflies and wrapped in decorated brown bags. We even had our pictures taken in front of the specially decorated Happy Mother's Day bulletin. Thanks, Ashley--and Ms. Dennison.
The absolute highlight, however, was when each child stood up and began singing "Wind Beneath My Wings" to their mom. I quickly switched my camera to video mode and captured most of the first verse. I wasn't sure where to point the camera though because all eyes began tearing up. I spared you the second verse because I was afraid the sound of the song might be drowned out by sniffling, crying mothers.
Just watch this precious moment. No really, I'm fine; I don't need a tissue. There are not tears dripping off my chin ...
Both kids and mothers came dressed up. They covered groups of desks with colored butcher paper to look like mini tables, then decorated them with tissue paper flowers made into napkin holders and lollipop bouquets. We had a little buffet complete with mini sandwiches and giant strawberries. We got cute pot holders hand-stenciled with butterflies and wrapped in decorated brown bags. We even had our pictures taken in front of the specially decorated Happy Mother's Day bulletin. Thanks, Ashley--and Ms. Dennison.
The absolute highlight, however, was when each child stood up and began singing "Wind Beneath My Wings" to their mom. I quickly switched my camera to video mode and captured most of the first verse. I wasn't sure where to point the camera though because all eyes began tearing up. I spared you the second verse because I was afraid the sound of the song might be drowned out by sniffling, crying mothers.
Just watch this precious moment. No really, I'm fine; I don't need a tissue. There are not tears dripping off my chin ...






