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Playing “Pop Up”

Dealing with life’s little interruptions.

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The other day I had a class-and-a-half of kindergartners in my music room. That’s approximately three dozen six year olds.

As I’ve stated here before, working with young children is like herding cats. And this particular day was no exception.

I started off the lesson with something engaging. But it happened anyway–a little thing I call “Pop Up.” My enthralling introduction to loud and soft music was repeatedly interrupted by children coming to tell me things.

“Mr. Duncan, I need to go potty. It’s a “mergency.

“I have a cut on my finger,” says Callie, showing me a scratch on her pinky.

Yes, to the emergency bathroom visit. No, to the band-aid request.

“Mr Duncan, Kathlyn said my shirt’s on backwards.” A quick look says Kathlyn’s right.

“Boys and girls, we’re not getting up now,” I say with a grimace.

I turn around to start a video but my “teacher sense” tells me there’s, yet another, little guy “On my six.” That’s aviator talk for someone’s right behind me.

Sure enough, I feel a tap-tap-tap on my lower back. It’s Timmy, smiling. “Mr. Duncan, do you need a hug?” Now I’m smiling. “Sure, Timmy.”

Life also does this little thing called “Pop Up.” And, like dandelions in the front yard, it can happen overnight–one unwanted reality after another.

But then you sense there’s someone “On your six.” It’s God, smiling. “Child, do you need a hug?”

The Lord appeared to us in the past. He said, “I have loved you with a love that lasts forever. I have kept on loving you with a kindness that never fails.”

Jeremiah 31:3 (NIRV)

Thank you for reading. 🙏❤️

By davidsdailydose

I'm just a regular guy who was
tempted to lose all hope but did not. It was God who made the difference.

43 replies on “Playing “Pop Up””

Inspiring read my Friend, and made me smile and laugh too. Kids brings out the innocence and joy adults have lost or have forgotten. But this is my fav, “ The Lord appeared to us in the past. He said, “I have loved you with a love that lasts forever. I have kept on loving you with a kindness that never fails.” Many of us need to be reminded of God’s great love and kindnesss. Thanks.

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As a music teacher I often have class-and-a-half and even double classes. It’s just for 40 minutes at a time, though. Agreed. Hugs never get old—even for non-huggers like me. Thank you for sharing, Nancy!

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36 six-year olds in one room?! Can’t imagine! Kudos to you, Dave. The most I ever taught was around 25, I think–mostly fourth grade. Even after 26 years in the classroom, I never tired of the hugs. Lots of good medicine in each one!

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Thank you, Manette Kay. The little one with the shirt backwards got it turned around on his own by the end of class. Everything turned out all right—like it usually does. I appreciate your encouraging words. Thank you for the feedback. May Jehovah Jirah (our provider) bless you, as well.

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If there isn’t a Hallmark smile when the Reader gets to, “Mr. Duncan, do you need a hug,” and your on-point lesson. The person’s heart must be stone. I could feel the hug of God through your story––an excellent life lesson. Jehovah bless you.

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It’s neat that you like working with middle schoolers. Most elementary teachers wouldn’t dare teach teenagers. The sass and sarcasm is a bit much for me. Thank you for reading and sharing, Beth.


David, I love how you took a pop up class of 6 year olds and turned it into a valuable reminder that God is on our six ready to give us a hug when we need it most. I did my student teaching in first grade then turned around and spent my first ten years in the classroom teaching middle school, loving every minute. When people asked me why middle school, I answered, “Oh, because they can blow their own noses and tie their own shoes.” In actuality I just enjoy that age group- sass, sarcasm and all.

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My dad was the high school principal when I was in grade school. I’ll never forget, I got called down to the office once when I was in third grade (for smarting off to my teacher). I walked in and there was my dad. I don’t remember misbehaving much after that. 😊

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As I’m reading this I’m thinking “David is such a better man then me”
I remember getting sent to the principal’s office often for how I treated the teacher (at 6 years old). The problem was the principal was my dad.
What a gift to be offered a hug though.

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Thanks, Bridget. I knew it was a God moment when the last little guy came up to me. It was like the Lord said, “Relax. Stop taking everything so seriously.” I appreciate you reading and commenting. God Bless.

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