Meet-the-teacher night is always exciting, nerve-wracking, and hope-filled. Thinking back to when my son was young, at the start of a new school year I would get anxious butterflies thinking about whether or not a teacher would “get” my son. His behaviors could be challenging. He took up a lot of extra time due to his learning differences. I would try to fill the gap a bit for his teachers each year by taking things off their plate where I could. I figured that teaching my son ought to come with some perks. For years I volunteered in the workroom, moving my teacher’s requests to the top the pile and doing them first.Every month I’d leave a small appreciation gift in their mailbox just to let them know how much it meant to me that they were helping my son learn despite his challenges. A pretty package of home-baked cookies, a giant chocolate bar, a gift card to a coffee shop or movie theater were just simple ways of saying thanks. My gifts were so small in comparison to the gifts they gave to Craig.
Teaching children is not a gift I have. You know how some folks can walk into a room, snap the lights off and on and everyone gets quiet and pays attention? When I try that I have five kids racing to the light switch, "Let me do it!" Math facts? Forget it! Oh I know them. I just can't teach them without someone ending up in tears. Often it's me! Teaching truly is a gift and some have it and some don't. Since I don't, I really appreciate those who do.
~ Lorna Bradley
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