When I was in my first year of classroom placements, there was one student in particular that I worked with every day–often one on one–as he was testing several grade levels below what was expected of him. He was very special to me: a small and awkward boy with a speech impediment and hair the same color as his skin, causing all his features to run into one. The other students picked on him a lot, but I never saw him bitter and I never saw him sad.
One day while we were working together in a conference room, he looked at me and said, “Mrs. B, I have never been able to learn before, but I think I can with you. Your voice makes me want to learn.”
I have yet to figure out what it is about my voice that motivated him to learn, but I am thankful it did.