by Rachelle Reitz
I distinctly remember being a 4th grader at a small country school and having a terrible case of the wiggles. It
wouldn’t have been the first time, but this time the teacher noticed me moving my little bottom side to side on my desk chair. She called me into a corner and spoke to me privately. “Are you
having trouble sitting still?” My teacher, the mother of three boys, knew about children, wiggles, and learning.