Bless the teachers
I know I wrote a post this morning.
I don’t like posting more than once per day.
But my five-year-old son finished his first story for school, and I am thrilled, though it is silly.
A few months ago, he could barely write the letter “R.”
Now he reads early readers with ease and can write about bad guys arriving in Mexico.
Why Mexico? Who knows?
What I do know is I am grateful for his teacher, Miss A, whom he sometimes calls “Teacher Mommy.”
Bless you, Miss A. Bless you, all teachers who make such magic, wherever it is you make it.