I started measuring the boys shortly after they arrived, in green crayon (it's what was the only writing utensil in my pen cup that worked or had some resemblance of a point, and still is) Their names scratched out with lines taken from across the top of their heads.
Since then each month they have come to me and said "Please measure me, I think I have grown." Each month these two boys from two totally different worlds stand before me and my green pencil as I scratch off their ever growing height. Each time I do this I get a flash in my mind of someone else doing this for my son, I find myself wondering would she stop what she was doing to measure him and then send me a quick note, would she smile and pat him on his ever broadening back and congratulate or console? I have to hope she would, so I find myself doing what I would want done for my son. But in the end isn't that what this exchange experience is about? Not just for them but for the ever growing ripple effect of the people they meet and touch. The sharing and caring and becoming smarter as a person about people and how to treat them.
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