A month ago，my 3yearold met my fifthgrade teacher.I had not seen Mrs.Elder since I invited her to my high school graduation.She was the only adult to join my livingroom dancing，and instead of feeling any embarrassed，I felt delighted.I have treasured that memory over the last dozen years，wondering if she was well.I figured she surely had retired，and as I began teaching full time I tried to put my finger on what it was that made her so important to me.
My mom ran into Mrs.Elder at University Place this fall.I say that like it is entirely natural，but I can only imagine running into my own students’ parents 20 years from now and having them remember me.What is it that makes her so memorable?
They exchanged email addresses，and a few days later I was delighted to get an email from her.She said she’d love to meet with me.So one December night，Barbara Elder came back into my life.
I searched her face and she seemed just as I remembered her when I was 11 and graduating from elementary school in Chapel Hill.Her voice was calm and happy and kind.That’s the memory and the experience！I realized I have carried with me all these years.Elder presented a small gift to my daughter.
“This is for you，” she told my 3yearold，her voice_comforting to hear even as an adult.My daughter knelt with her and together they tore open the wrapping paper to get a brightly colored calendar.“Do you know what this is？” Mrs.Elder asked，and my daughter shook her head.“This is to help us count to Christmas，” she said，“and since today is the first of December，we get to find number one.”
As Mrs.Elder patiently explained its purpose，my daughter listened carefully and held it like a treasure.
Rather than adding overexcitement to a busy season，the calendar added wonder.
【答案】As Mrs.Elder patiently explained its purpose，my daughter listened carefully and held it like a treasure.It seemed this was exactly where Mrs.Elder wanted to be，on a former student’sliving_roomfloor，introducing a calendar to a 3yearold.I think this method helped her students unlock aspects in themselves，like wonder and joy，to become explorers of themselves and their learning.Watching Mrs.Elder with my daughter，I felt a sense of new hope; this is the kind of teacher I want to become.And it turns out Mrs.Elder still had something to teach me.
Rather than adding overexcitement to a busy season，the calendar added wonder.Each day my daughter remembered to ask me for her chocolate; together we talked about what day it was and she hunted for the number.When she found the hidden piece，she examined it in delight and showed me.I smiled back，and each day silently thanked my_fifthgrade_teacher，whose kindness had unlocked joy in my life once again.