One of my students called me grandma the other day.
Now, I've had many students call me mom before. They get in the zone and forget where they are and who I am. Some part of them just sees an older female who's looking out for them. Of course, as soon as the words pass their lips, they realize their mistake.
It kinda made me feel good whenever they did that.
I confess I had mixed feelings about the whole grandma thing. But I've come to take in the spirit it was offered.
I'd feel better about it if I could pinch their little chapped cheeks. Or slap them upside their little criminal heads.
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