Friday, Dec 21st was the day before school break. To say the girls were excited is an understatement. They had been helping me make truffles all week, to give to their teachers. In addition to their classroom teachers, they had a long list of teachers at their school they wanted to give them to and the list grows longer and longer each year: art, music and gym teacher, paraprofessionals in the classrooms, band teacher and math helper teacher, librarian and speech teacher, ladies in the front office and principal. Oh and Jim, the wonderful school crossing guard, who knows each child’s name by the third day of school. We have lots of wonderful teachers and helpers and lots of thank yous to deliver, so we needed to leave the house very earlyl to make sure treats were delivered before the first bell rang. (The fact that was pajama day at school was truly a blessing… eliminating my routine “you-are-not-changing-your outfit-again-get-downstairs-now” monologue.)
We arrived early, and the girls began passing out their thank you cards and truffles. Hugs also came with them. It’s was to see all of the teachers, and I could feel the excitement in the air, as kids raced past with their own gifts to deliver. With the holiday break a mere seven hours away, I think everyone was ready for a break, to be home and to spend time with their families. We gave lots of hugs, and happy holidays.
Earlier this week it was our youngest daughter’s Poetry Tea in first grade. It’s an annual tradition in our school, when the first graders memorize and recite a poem, followed by a classroom party. With all the sadness and hopelessness that has happened in Newtown, it was a much needed beautiful day filled with hope and happiness. Looking at our beautiful children, I couldn’t help but think of the little ones ones, who will not be standing and reciting a poem, and of the teachers who would not be walking into their classrooms again.
At the end of the poetry reading, all of the children in our daughter’s class, ran up and gave a big hug to their beloved teacher, Mrs. Marques. It was a beautiful site to see.
William Arthur Ward said, “The great teachers inspires.” Thank you to all the teachers out there who inspire our children. Not only do you come in with a smile, and spend countless hours teaching our little ones about poetry or about how and why the seasons change, or how to read, spell and add, but you help them find their unique “special-ness” and love them for who they are. Thank you for inspiring them, guiding them and for caring about them. Our children are blessed to have you in their lives.