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Mother  &amp  ;Child  It  was  Christmas 1961  I  was  teaching  in  a  small  town  in  Ohio  where  my  twenty-seven  third  graders  eagerly  anticipated  the  great  day  of  gifts  giving.  mother & child it  was Christmas day in 1961  .<br>I am in  a small Ohio town  on  the third grade  primary school  teaching  .27 boys of the class  were  actively involved in  &quot  ;gift giving day  &quot  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister uk</a>;activities  .A  tree  covered  with  tinsel  and  gaudy  paper  chains  graced  one  corner.<br>  In  another  rested  a  manger  scene  produced  from  cardboard  and  poster  paints  by  chubby  ,and  sometimes  grubby  ,hands.  Someone  had  brought  a  doll  and  placed  it  on  the  straw  in  the  cardboard  box  that  served  as  the  manger.<br>  It  didn  matter  that  you  could  pull  a  string  and  hear  the  blue-eyed  ,golden-haired  dolly  say  ,&quot  My  name  is  ;Susie,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister madrid</a>.&quot  ;&quot  ,hollister madrid;But  Jesus  was  a  boy  baby  !&quot  one  of  the  boys  proclaimed.<br>  ;Nonetheless  Susie  stayed.  ,a corner of the classroom  was  a tree  decorated  tree  shine  ,studded with  gold and silver  silk and  gorgeous  color paper  .On the other side of the classroom  is a  painted poster  paint  made from cardboard  manger  ,which was made by children  ,dirty hands  .<br>Someone brought a doll  ,put it  on the straw in the cardboard manger  (as  Jesus  )  ,hollister.As long as you pull  a stringhear  ,the  blue eyes  ,blond hair doll would say  ,I  &quot  ;&quot  ;,but  that  it doesn  .<br>A boy presented  :&quot  ;but Jesus was a boy baby  !&quot  ;but  Susie stayed  .Each  day  the  children  produced  some  new  wonder  -  strings  of  popcorn  ,hand-made  trinkets  ,and  German  bells  made  from  wallpaper  samples  ,which  we  hung  from  the  ceiling.<br>  Through  it  all  she  remained  aloof  ,hollister,watching  from  afar  ,seemingly  miles  away.  I  wondered  what  would  happen  to  this  quiet  child  ,once  so  happy  ,now  so  suddenly  withdrawn.  I  hoped  the  festivities  would  appeal  to  her.<br>  But  nothing  did.  We  made  cards  and  gifts  for  mothers  and  dads  ,for  sisters  and  brothers  ,for  grandparents  ,and  for  each  other.  At  home  the  students  made  the  popular  fried  marbles  and  vied  with  one  another  to  bring  in  the  prettiest  ones.<br>  &quot  ;You  put  them  in  a  hot  frying  pan  ,Teacher.  And  you  let  them  get  real  hot  ,and  then  you  watch  what  happens  inside.  But  you  don  fry  them  too  long  or  they  break.&quot  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister uk</a>;So  as  my  gift  ,to  them  ,I  made  each  of  my  students  a  little  pouch  for  carrying  their  fried  marbles.<br>  And  I  knew  they  had  each  made  something  for  me:  bookmarks  carefully  cut  ,colored  ,and  sometimes  pasted  together  ;cards  and  speci  Al  drawings  ;liquid  embroidery  doilies  ,hand-fringed  ,of  course.<br>  every children can  do  some new wonder  -  strings of popcorn  into  fine  chain  ,handmade bibelot and  wallpaper  the German bells made  ,we put  the bells from the ceiling  .But  from first to last  ,she is alone  watching from afar  ,as if  miles away  obstacles  .<br>I guessed  what had happened to this silent child  thing  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>,the  happy  children how to  suddenly  be scanty of words  .I hope  the festivities would appeal to her  ,still can  be of no avail  .We made lots of cards and gifts  ,ready to take  them to parents  ,brothers and sisters  ,grandparents and  friends  .<br>At home the students made  the popular  &quot  ;glass  marbles  ,and  compared them with each other  ,to  take the best to me  .&quot  ,hollister madrid;teacher  ,put  them in a hot frying pan  ,burn them  ,and then  have a look  inside the  change  .<br>But you don  them too long  or they break  .&quot  ;therefore  ,I  give every student a  loaded &quot  fried marbles  ;&quot  ;bag  as a gift for  them  .I know everyone of them  had prepared gifts for me  :carefully cut  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>,colored  ,or  bunchy bookmarks  ;cards and special  drawing pictures;  transparent embroidered plate mat  ,is of course  manual tassel  .<br>The  day  of  gift-giving  finally  came.  We  oohed  and  aahed  over  our  handiwork  as  the  presents  were  exchanged.  Through  it  all  ,she  sat  quietly  watching.  I  had  made  a  special  pouch  for  her  ,red  and  green  with  white  lace.<br>  I  wanted  very  much  to  see  her  smile,hollister madrid.  She  opened  the  package  so  slowly  and  carefully.  I  waited  but  she  turned  away.  I  had  not  penetrated  the  wall  of  isolation  she  had  built  around  herself.<br>  gift-giving  day  finally arrived  .In  the exchange of gifts  for each other  when  we  made  small gifts of  cheerful constantly  .And the whole process  ,she  just sat there quietly  .I  made a special pouch for her  ,hollister,red and green with  white trim  .<br>I  wanted very much to see her smile  .She opened the package  ,slowly and carefully  .I waited,  but she turned around  .I  still can  pass through  set up around her in the  wall  ,the wall  will be  insulated from the  she  and  everyone  .<br>After  school  the  children  left  in  little  groups  ,chattering  about  the  great  day  yet  to  come  when  long-hoped-for  two-wheelers  and  bright  sleds  would  appear  beside  their  trees  at  home.<br>  She  lingered  ,watching  them  bundle  up  and  go  out  the  door.  I  sat  down  in  a  child-sized  chair  to  catch  my  breath  ,hardly  aware  of  what  was  happening  ,when  she  came  to  me  with  outstretched  hands  ,bearing  a  small  white  box  ,unwrapped  and  slightly  soiled  ,as  though  it  had  been  held  many  times  by  unwashed  ,childish  hands.<br>  She  said  nothing.  &quot  ;For  me  &quot  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>;I  asked  with  ?A  weak  smile.  She  said  not  a  word  ,hollister,but  nodded  her  head.  I  took  the  box  and  gingerly  opened  it.  There  inside  ,glistening  green  ,a  fried  marble  hung  from  a  golden  chain.<br>  Then  I  looked  into  that  elderly  eight-year-old  face  and  saw  the  question  in  her  dark  brown  eyes.  In  a  flash  I  knew  she  had  made  it  for  -  her  mother  ,a  mother  she  would  never  see  again  ,a  mother  who  would  never  hold  her  or  brush  her  hair  or  share  a  funny  story  ,a  mother  who  would  never  again  hear  H  Er  childish  joys  or  sorrows.<br>  A  mother  who  had  taken  her  own  life  just  three  weeks  before.  after school,  the students  from time to time that some  left  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>,walking,  talking about the coming Christmas Day  :the family Christmas  tree would found their  longing bicycle  and a new  bright  sled  .<br>She walked slowly  behind,  watching people  crowding  out the door  .I sat on the children    slightly  relieved  ,for what would happen  without any preparation  ,hollister uk,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>.When she came to me  ,her hands with a  white box in  reaching out to me  .<br>The box was not packed  ,slightly dirty  .It seems to be  the child  touched  many times  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>.She did not speak  .&quot  ;&quot  ;for me,hollister uk?  I  smiled  .She  said nothing  ,just nodded  .I took the box  ,open it very carefully  .<br>There was a golden  chain,  glistening    &quot  ;glass  marbles  ,hollister.Then I looked at  her face  ,although only 8  years old  ,but  adult  expression  .In her dark  brown eyes I  found the answer to the question  .<br>I knew in a flash  - this is  the necklace she made for her mother  ,she wouldn  mother  ,can  hold her  ,give her  hair or tell the story for her  ,hollister uk.Her mother  would not share  her childish joys  or sorrows  .<br>Just 3 weeks  before her mother  died  .I  held  out  the  chain.  She  took  it  in  both  her  hands  ,reached  forward  ,and  secured  the  simple  clasp  at  the  back  of  my  neck.  She  stepped  back  then  as  if  to  see  that  all  was  well.<br>  I  looked  down  at  the  shiny  piece  of  glass  and  the  tarnished  golden  chain  ,then  back  at  the  giver,hollister.  I  meant  it  when  I  whispered  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister madrid</a>,&quot  ;Oh  ,Maria  ,it  is  so  beautiful.  She  would  have  loved  it.<br>&quot  ;Neither  of  us  could  stop  the  tears.  She  stumbled  into  my  arms  and  we  wept  together,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>.  And  for  that  brief  moment  I  became  her  mother  ,for  she  had  given  me  the  greatest  gift  of  all:  herself.<br>  I picked up  the chain  ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>.She took it in both her hands  ,a  forward  lean  ,in  the back of my neck  the simple clasp  .She stepped back then  ,seemed to  have a look  whether  appropriate  .I look at  the shiny piece of glass  and the tarnished golden chain  ,then  looked up at  her  .<br>I wishpered seriously  :  Oh  ,Maria  ,this necklace is really beautiful  .Your mother would love  .&quot  ;we  could not hold back the tears  .Stumble along  she  fell  into my arms  ,we are crying  .<br>Related articles:
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Without you?I'd be a soul without a purpose.Without you?I'd be an emotion without a heart.I'm a face without expression,A heart with no beat.Without you by my side,I'm just a flame without the heat. Elle Kimberly Schmick
Without you?I'd be a soul without a purpose.Without you?I'd be an emotion without a heart.I'm a face without expression,A heart with no beat.Without you by my side,I'm just a flame without the heat. Elle Kimberly Schmick

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      Mother and child

      Mother &amp  ;Child It was Christmas 1961 I was teaching in a small town in Ohio where my twenty-seven third graders eagerly anticipated the great day of gifts giving. mother & child it was Christmas day in 1961 .
      I am in a small Ohio town on the third grade primary school teaching .27 boys of the class were actively involved in &quot  ;gift giving day &quot ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister uk</a>;activities .A tree covered with tinsel and gaudy paper chains graced one corner.
      In another rested a manger scene produced from cardboard and poster paints by chubby ,and sometimes grubby ,hands. Someone had brought a doll and placed it on the straw in the cardboard box that served as the manger.
      It didn matter that you could pull a string and hear the blue-eyed ,golden-haired dolly say ,&quot My name is  ;Susie,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister madrid</a>.&quot  ;&quot ,hollister madrid;But Jesus was a boy baby  !&quot one of the boys proclaimed.
       ;Nonetheless Susie stayed. ,a corner of the classroom was a tree decorated tree shine ,studded with gold and silver silk and gorgeous color paper .On the other side of the classroom is a painted poster paint made from cardboard manger ,which was made by children ,dirty hands .
      Someone brought a doll ,put it on the straw in the cardboard manger (as Jesus ) ,hollister.As long as you pull a stringhear ,the blue eyes ,blond hair doll would say ,I &quot  ;&quot  ;,but that it doesn .
      A boy presented  :&quot  ;but Jesus was a boy baby  !&quot  ;but Susie stayed .Each day the children produced some new wonder - strings of popcorn ,hand-made trinkets ,and German bells made from wallpaper samples ,which we hung from the ceiling.
      Through it all she remained aloof ,hollister,watching from afar ,seemingly miles away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child ,once so happy ,now so suddenly withdrawn. I hoped the festivities would appeal to her.
      But nothing did. We made cards and gifts for mothers and dads ,for sisters and brothers ,for grandparents ,and for each other. At home the students made the popular fried marbles and vied with one another to bring in the prettiest ones.
      &quot  ;You put them in a hot frying pan ,Teacher. And you let them get real hot ,and then you watch what happens inside. But you don fry them too long or they break.&quot ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister uk</a>;So as my gift ,to them ,I made each of my students a little pouch for carrying their fried marbles.
      And I knew they had each made something for me: bookmarks carefully cut ,colored ,and sometimes pasted together  ;cards and speci Al drawings  ;liquid embroidery doilies ,hand-fringed ,of course.
      every children can do some new wonder - strings of popcorn into fine chain ,handmade bibelot and wallpaper the German bells made ,we put the bells from the ceiling .But from first to last ,she is alone watching from afar ,as if miles away obstacles .
      I guessed what had happened to this silent child thing ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>,the happy children how to suddenly be scanty of words .I hope the festivities would appeal to her ,still can be of no avail .We made lots of cards and gifts ,ready to take them to parents ,brothers and sisters ,grandparents and friends .
      At home the students made the popular &quot  ;glass marbles ,and compared them with each other ,to take the best to me .&quot ,hollister madrid;teacher ,put them in a hot frying pan ,burn them ,and then have a look inside the change .
      But you don them too long or they break .&quot  ;therefore ,I give every student a loaded &quot fried marbles  ;&quot  ;bag as a gift for them .I know everyone of them had prepared gifts for me  :carefully cut ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>,colored ,or bunchy bookmarks  ;cards and special drawing pictures; transparent embroidered plate mat ,is of course manual tassel .
      The day of gift-giving finally came. We oohed and aahed over our handiwork as the presents were exchanged. Through it all ,she sat quietly watching. I had made a special pouch for her ,red and green with white lace.
      I wanted very much to see her smile,hollister madrid. She opened the package so slowly and carefully. I waited but she turned away. I had not penetrated the wall of isolation she had built around herself.
      gift-giving day finally arrived .In the exchange of gifts for each other when we made small gifts of cheerful constantly .And the whole process ,she just sat there quietly .I made a special pouch for her ,hollister,red and green with white trim .
      I wanted very much to see her smile .She opened the package ,slowly and carefully .I waited, but she turned around .I still can pass through set up around her in the wall ,the wall will be insulated from the she and everyone .
      After school the children left in little groups ,chattering about the great day yet to come when long-hoped-for two-wheelers and bright sleds would appear beside their trees at home.
      She lingered ,watching them bundle up and go out the door. I sat down in a child-sized chair to catch my breath ,hardly aware of what was happening ,when she came to me with outstretched hands ,bearing a small white box ,unwrapped and slightly soiled ,as though it had been held many times by unwashed ,childish hands.
      She said nothing. &quot  ;For me &quot ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>;I asked with  ?A weak smile. She said not a word ,hollister,but nodded her head. I took the box and gingerly opened it. There inside ,glistening green ,a fried marble hung from a golden chain.
      Then I looked into that elderly eight-year-old face and saw the question in her dark brown eyes. In a flash I knew she had made it for - her mother ,a mother she would never see again ,a mother who would never hold her or brush her hair or share a funny story ,a mother who would never again hear H Er childish joys or sorrows.
      A mother who had taken her own life just three weeks before. after school, the students from time to time that some left ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>,walking, talking about the coming Christmas Day  :the family Christmas tree would found their longing bicycle and a new bright sled .
      She walked slowly behind, watching people crowding out the door .I sat on the children slightly relieved ,for what would happen without any preparation ,hollister uk,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>.When she came to me ,her hands with a white box in reaching out to me .
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      There was a golden chain, glistening &quot  ;glass marbles ,hollister.Then I looked at her face ,although only 8 years old ,but adult expression .In her dark brown eyes I found the answer to the question .
      I knew in a flash - this is the necklace she made for her mother ,she wouldn mother ,can hold her ,give her hair or tell the story for her ,hollister uk.Her mother would not share her childish joys or sorrows .
      Just 3 weeks before her mother died .I held out the chain. She took it in both her hands ,reached forward ,and secured the simple clasp at the back of my neck. She stepped back then as if to see that all was well.
      I looked down at the shiny piece of glass and the tarnished golden chain ,then back at the giver,hollister. I meant it when I whispered ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister madrid</a>,&quot  ;Oh ,Maria ,it is so beautiful. She would have loved it.
      &quot  ;Neither of us could stop the tears. She stumbled into my arms and we wept together,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>. And for that brief moment I became her mother ,for she had given me the greatest gift of all: herself.
      I picked up the chain ,<a href="" target="_blank">hollister</a>.She took it in both her hands ,a forward lean ,in the back of my neck the simple clasp .She stepped back then ,seemed to have a look whether appropriate .I look at the shiny piece of glass and the tarnished golden chain ,then looked up at her .
      I wishpered seriously  : Oh ,Maria ,this necklace is really beautiful .Your mother would love .&quot  ;we could not hold back the tears .Stumble along she fell into my arms ,we are crying .
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        gathered again since graduation.What a nice gathering!Over the students’life nearly one year,some topic I always think about,just study,career,life,family,friends or even more.It’s perhaps no answers but the time.time will give the answers as long as it isnot too late.Related articles:

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