It’s Official…We Had the Best

It’s Official…We had the best teachers this year. Remember yesterday when I was talking about how emotional I was about the school year being over? I think part of it was that I’m afraid…afraid we won’t have another year as good as this one.

I know that’s irrational…but it’s true. Olivia’s special education teacher is always the same…thank goodness. She is the perfect balance of caring and strength; she pushes Olivia to do her best and loves her too. Without her, I’d be a wreck and Olivia wouldn’t be doing nearly as well as she is now. But the regular education teachers? We get new ones every year…and, as a teacher myself, I know most of them are in it for the right reasons and are great at what they do…but this year was pretty spectacular.

I’ve talked about them quite a few times on here; about how wonderful they are; about how Olivia’s teacher included her in everything; about how Gabe’s teacher made sure he was challenged. But I think overall I had such a sense of calm about the year; I knew not only were they getting a good education, but that they were loved. That is of utmost importance to me.

I don’t remember where I got this essay from but it really struck me. As a teacher and definitely as a parent. It’s perfectly said. It really hit home with why I am so emotional about this school year being over. Because, I truly believe, we had the best.

The Transfer of a Trust by Susan Wojciechowski

The syndrome hits me every year right after Labor Day. It’s always the same. At 9:34 a.m. the school bus wheezes to a stop at the end of my driveway. My child waves an uncertain goodbye and climbs aboard. The door shooshes shut and the bus rumbles slowly out of sight.

I go onto the back porch for another cup of tea, a peaceful cup at last. I spread the paper open in front of me and start to cry.
I snap the paper to attention and pretend to read Sidney Harris. My tears blur the words into a muddy jumble. This is nonsense. I should be glad school is back in session. No more sticky kitchen floor, no more sliding door left open, no more trail of Kool-Aid across the rug.
It’s no use. I want to jump in the car and follow bus 158 to school. I want to peek around the corner of the building to make sure my baby has found the right classroom, has not gotten knocked over by bullies, has remembered to carry her lunch box off the bus.

But more than that, I want to glimpse into her classroom. I have no need to check the bulletin boards or the lesson plans. I want to look into the teacher’s soul. I want to find some hint of assurance that she is worthy to continue what I have these past few years begun.
For, when each of my children turned 5, they were suddenly snatched from me. I had, up till then, been the overwhelming influence on their development. Their values were my values; their world was shaped by what I wanted them to see, hear, experience. All at once a teacher, a stranger, was taking my place.

And so I cry on the first day of school. I cry because my child is entering a world into which I cannot, no matter how desperately I long to intrude. I cry because some stranger is taking over the job, not of teaching my child math or reading, but of nurturing his development of self. And I wonder if she’ll do it with the dedication I demand.

Each September I fight a overhwheliming urge to rush to school to remind the teacher what a very special little person my child is: that he is not just one of a roomful of pupils–he is MY CHILD and would she please, please treat him accordingly. Would she be so kind as to try to get to know his complex personality, his weaknesses, his childish vulnerabilities; would she try never to humiliate him or belittle him; would she notice his bad days and on those days treat him ever so gently because his is, after all, not just one of a sea of little bodies–he is special. He’s mine.

But of course I can’t do that, can’t dictate caring to every teacher my children will encounter. I only can hope that each one of them will know that for all the fantastic educational tools a teacher might use and for all her mastery of subject matter and exciting lesson plans, and for all her intelligence, her most basic responsiblity will be unfulfilled if the element of caring is missing. And the key to that, in my mind, lies in seeing each pupil as somebody’s precious child.

So I sit on my back porch, drinking a peaceful cup of tea and pretending to read Sidney Harris and hope that my children’s teachers see them as unique, complex, fragile, vulnerable beings. I only can hope that the reason they are teachers, after all, is to bring each student ever closer to his potential, not just as a mind, but as a heart and soul as well.

Thank you, Jennifer, Kim and Jamie for a perfect year!!

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11 responses to “It’s Official…We Had the Best

  1. Oh new teachers ARE scary!!! Nolan had a fabulous one this year. Sending him off to school is a little bit scary for me because of his allergy, but I learned very early on that this teacher was VERY on the ball with everything. She’s a fabulous teacher and a wonderful person. Kaia’s teacher on the other hand…oh man, let’s just say I had a tough time letting her go to school every school day. Thankfully Kaia didn’t fall backwards in her learning so I knew things were ok for her, but I couldn’t stand her teacher. She had such a wonderful and caring teacher last year that this year was such a huge change. I’m hoping and praying that next year she gets the teacher NOlan had this year.

  2. Love that! Where do you find these things. That is great for all moms and teachers to read. Thanks always for sharing.

  3. i am crying. literally. i am printing this out and giving it to all my teacher friends. all of them.

  4. Love that.

    It’s interesting – when I wrote my daughter’s teacher a thank you it wasn’t about teaching her Math or Spelling, it was about caring and being a good person. It really does make all the difference.

  5. I will also print this out and make sure that my colleagues (all teachers!) will read this in September. For the first time, I will be on the other side… a teacher, AND a parent. I can so feel every one of those words…even though my child isn’t starting school yet. I totally get it.

  6. Jennifer Casebolt

    I love this poem! Thanks for sharing it with us. Your kids are such a blessing and we are so glad that we got to be apart of their lives. This was a great year. I hope you guys have a wonderful summer! I love that pic of Olivia, Kim and I. Its too cute. 🙂

  7. I so get this even though my daughter is not in school yet. I watch her day care lady enforce things with such strength and then the next thing I see is her hugging and kissing my daughter.
    When my daughter longs to see her every Monday, I know that it is going to be ok.

  8. Great post! Yeah for teachers!

  9. Well, crap. Sniff, sniff. How do you always do this to me Tiffany? Don’t you know that I have a cold, black heart? That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

  10. Sheesh, was this a tear-jerker or WHAT? Especially because this last day of school was the last of half-days for my baby. Next year…it’s all day for both. Although I’ve been waiting nine long years for this, I know I’m going to be a wreck.

  11. Ahhh!! Can I copy this and give it to their teachers next year? You do hope for these things each and every time they walk out the door to start a new year. And some years, you get lucky enough to get them. Like you did. Glad your year was such a great one!

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