That's what I say and I always think everyone is motivated and doing what I want them to do and then I look over and catch sight of the inevitable; the obvious, and a wondrous sight to behold. I see little people, usually girls, mesmerized by those little yellow distractions that pop out of nowhere.
They have magical powers. Something about them attracts and distracts their little minds, bodies and souls. They beckon the wild child. They speak a language only they understand. They calm them.
When I look over and watch the effect these little flowers have on them, I have to admit, I too want to lay on my tummy and make bracelets and crowns.
Then just as I'm about to sigh deeply and interupt this mystical dance between child and nature, one of those little pixies comes up to me and invites me to the dance.
"Close your eyes Teacher. I have a present for you." I feign ignorance. "What could it be?" I ask. "Bend over Teacher.... there. Now open them. You look like a princess now!" I ask the question. "What was that for, honey?" And the answer is always the same. Those words are the most invaluable-innocent gift of them all .
"Just because Teacher. Just because."
Accept those little tokens of love and affection from anyone. A very wise woman told me once, "Let people give you gifts, no matter how small."