My heart went out to the young tot, and I bent down to look at her. Tiegan looked so sad, I knew I needed to do a little encouraging. I smiled, I said her name, I talked to her...nothing. So I made my duck face. And it worked.
As you know, I have no problem looking silly, or acting crazy. It's just what I do.
Tiegan's tears stopped, and she looked puzzled at first. Then I made another face, and she laughed out loud. Soon all the toddlers in the room were gathered around the window, watching me make faces, giggling, and trying to duplicate my facial gymnastics.
There is no more complete joy, or sense of satisfaction, than making a roomful of children laugh. I walked back to my office, three feet off the ground.
"A hundred years from now
it will not matter
what my bank account was,
the sort of house I lived in,
or the kind of car I drove.
But the world may be different
because I was important
in the life of a child."--Forest Witcraft, The Scoutmaster's Prayer