As summer winds down and a new school year is approaching, you are getting ready for my kid, all of our kids. You will take our kids and treat them like your own. You accept them for where they are in life. They’re just kids. For the next 9 months, they’re your kids.
Thank you for setting up your classroom. Thank you for
writing my kid’s name a million different times on all the labels throughout
your room. Thank you for taking the time to know his birthday, his likes and
dislikes, all the things that make him tick and all the ways he will learn
best.
Thank you for all the times you will think of my kid this
year as you grade papers or plan activities. Thank you for teaching my kids
much more than academics.
Thank you for listening to my kid’s stories. Thank you for
being excited for the big events in their lives, even if it is something as
mundane as a lost tooth. I bet you could build a skyscraper with all the teeth
you have seen and yet you still congratulate my kid when he can’t wait to show
you his.
Thank you for consoling her in rough times. Thank you for
everything you do, which I can’t even say, because I know there is probably so
much more that you do that I don’t even realize.
Thank you for doing it all despite not getting paid what you
should be. Despite a parent who degrades you or ridicules you or demands more
from you. Despite having to constantly be buying shit out of your own money or
working off the clock because of budget constraints.
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Please know that your dedication has not gone unnoticed.
That dedication is visible on my son’s face as he eagerly
tears through the next Harry Potter book. Your dedication is the barely
recognizable letters of a preschooler’s name that she wrote all on her own for
the first time.
Thank you for being a teacher. Thank you for caring about
your students. Your students aren’t just students, they’re somebody’s baby.
On the first day of school I’m not a parent sending a
student into your care, I’m handing you my baby.
I may be letting go of a giant 7 year old’s hand as he heads
to the bus in reality, but in my heart it feels just like I am cradling my
newborn and gentling placing him into your arms. Thank you for your
outstretched arms.
This is so sweet. What a great way to pay tribute to the amazing teachers out there.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Teachers are totally amazing!
DeleteMy sons are now young adults. I remember certain teachers and their wonderful impact on my children. Teachers are some of the unsung heroes of the world.
ReplyDeleteCompletely agree! Thanks for reading!
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