It’s that time of year again. And if I’m being totally honest, there’s a part of me that hates it. We must start saying goodbye to a teacher who’s been an integral part of our lives for the better part of a year now. Every fall, we send our child into a new classroom. We introduce our family to a person we don’t know. And we entrust our little one to him or her.
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More often than not, the relationship goes so well. We see this teacher step in beside us and nurture our child. A partnership between parent and educator. I treasure every note that comes home celebrating my daughter.
Allie’s outfit was so cute today.
Allie is kind and includes everyone.
I got this email from her teacher just last week:
Subject: Yaay Allie!
Allie made a 14 point jump in her reading score today!!!
Now, I have no idea what that means. But I’m thinking that a subject line reading “yaay Allie” and an increased score must be good. I loved sharing that moment with someone who got just as excited about it as I did.
Teachers, how do you do it? You pour your heart and soul into every single child. Using your God-given talent and all those years of education, you use your imagination to try and reach each child where they are academically and socially. And then somehow you send them on their way. Sure, you see them walk down the halls. Eventually, you see them in a cap and gown, stepping out into a bright future. But it’s never quite the same.
My daughter knows you so well too. She knows, Mrs. G., that your favorite animal is a turtle. She loves it when you dance in class. Because of you, she’s now familiar with Ira (of Ira Sleeps Over fame) too. We’re on a constant search for The Boxcar Children books at every garage sale and thrift store we frequent. I couldn’t be more grateful. Now, somehow, we’ve got to find a way to say goodbye.
If that’s even a little bit hard for you too, let me encourage you today. A piece of you goes with each student. I know this because it’s true for me.
My kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Zelmer, who made every show and tell time so fun and important. Every. Time.
My 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Bryan, who introduced me to reading. That’s where I met all four of The Boxcar Children. Also writing. She helped my imagination take flight.
My 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Whitmer. Who would not let me get away with attitude. For a few months, I tried on my “mean girl” pants trying to be exclusive and hurtful. I remember the handful of times she’d ask me to join her in the hall and we’d talk about how I knew better. Because I did. She taught me we’re always kind. Always.
I’m confident you’re impacting my child too. I see it in her eyes. I hear it in the stories she’s anxious to tell me after school.
Maybe, instead of saying goodbye, we can just say:
See you around & I promise to take a piece of you with me.
And Thank You.