My joy for today is loving teachers.
Noah’s last day of preschool was today. Graduation was last night and he received the honesty award today at school. I cried my eyes out, starting last night, continuing through this afternoon. I feel tired from the expulsion of emotion. Last night, when I felt like I could not hold the sadness in any longer, I announced to Chad, as is my custom, that I was going to cry and I needed to talk. I’ve found it is much easier to just warn him what is coming instead of having to explain after the blubbering has already begun.
Sometimes I really wish I were a person that enjoyed things less. I can remember being very sad about graduations since my first at about age 12. I always seem to love the school, class, camp, job, event, vacation, add any situation here, that is currently happening. I know in my mind that I will enjoy what is coming next, and usually I am looking forward to it, but it is still with sadness that I leave the joyful situation that has come to an end. I am a sap; of this I am well aware.
I was very hesitant about having Noah attend preschool. Most of all, I worried that his teachers and classmates would not recognize or appreciate his special and unique soul. I could not have been proven more wrong.
The school that he went to is less than 5 miles from our house and has a very convenient schedule for our family. It allowed me to have precious time with Tucker and Molly. I felt like it really allowed Molly’s personality to shine and grow. It was also very special to have Granny come over almost every school day in the morning and in the afternoon to stay with the little two while I went to the school. This facilitated a great deal of acorn-gathering, game playing, and conversations between Granny and the kids. It was such a huge blessing to have so much help from her.
Noah has loved every minute of school. He had his first girlfriend, and shockingly but adorably, his first kiss! There were parties, Christmas programs, and a much adored treasure box. He and I both made meaningful friendships. But the biggest cause of my joy for today, and so often in the past year, are his wonderful teachers. They are two women who truly love their jobs, and the children they teach. They cherish each of the children in such a special way.
Since this was Noah’s first year in a school setting, it was also my first experience with having a teacher get to know my son. They had enough interaction on a weekly basis with Noah to see him grow and thankfully, love him. Even though I did not get to talk with his teachers as much I would have ever liked, I felt like we shared a special bond, as I entrusted my son’s little life and daily happenings into their loving care. As a first time mother of a school-age child, the importance of this in both his and my life is hard to describe. It was a very special year and a wonderful experience for our whole family.
While reading last night, I came across a poem that so accurately described the joy that a wonderful teacher can bring to a child’s life. Although the first part of the poem is about a painful experience with a teacher, the importance it places on the role of a teacher in a child’s life is so well described.
by Pat Mora
My first-grade teacher’s frowns taught me
I was welcome as a fly and dull as dirt.
For one long year, timidly, I’d raise my hand
and feel the sting of her brown eyes.
Welcome as a fly and dull as dirt.
Why didn’t she see the smart me?
I’d feel the sting of my tall teacher’s eyes.
I frowned at my face in the mirror.
The next year, Mrs. Hassan saw the real me.
Her laugh floated, like bubbles, and we floated too.
I’d look at the changing face in my mirror.
We read, sang songs I still sing. I sparkled.
I still float on Mrs. Hassan’s bubbly laugh.
She wrote me a poem, taught me I was special.
Now it’s my turn, in each child, to see their spark.
Like all the Mrs. Hassans, I’ll help the glow grow.
Thank you Ms. Stephanie and Ms. Katie for making Noah’s eyes sparkle and his laugh bubble. You will never be forgotten, and always treasured.
If you, dear reader, are so inclined, cry proudly through your graduations this season. Enjoy your joys for today.