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One last day with Miss A

Dear Miss Angie,

Tomorrow is my son’s last day in your classroom.

So much love for my big- little boy and his lovely "Teacher Mommy"

So much love for my big- little boy and his lovely “Teacher Mommy”

For two years, you’ve taught Li’l D. You’ve instructed him in many subjects. I’ve loved watching his knowledge and skills grow under your care.

Much more than that, I’ve been thrilled to witness him growing into his love of learning itself. I know this love was not inevitable. I saw how he withered under less expert care; what I saw in his weeks away from you helped me appreciate so much more how you excel at inspiring learners.

Strangely, I didn’t always love you. I liked you enough, and was glad Li’l D liked you, but I disagreed with … I can’t even remember now. Was it words? Was it activities? Was it actions? I don’t know, because none of it was significant enough to remember.

I remember being aggravated, once, by something you’d done. I meant to let you have it, but Anthony cautioned me to be gentle. I heeded his advice and took a gentler approach. I was incredulous how well our conversation went, and touched by how much consideration you’d given the matter. You cared deeply for my son, as–I suddenly saw–you do for all your students.

My heart thawed then with my newfound understanding Li’l D would benefit best by our partnership. By my trusting you to do exactly what you’re trained and inspired to do: teach.

You have rewarded that trust so much more abundantly than I could ever have imagined.

He didn't have enough room for his third sentence: "I liked Miss A best because she is sweet and nice and loving and kind."

He didn’t have enough room for his third sentence: “I liked Miss A best because she is sweet and nice and loving and kind.”

You taught Li’l D to read, write, add and subtract. You taught him respect, fire safety, sustainability, science and art. You taught him that it’s okay to be wrong, and that the key to getting things right is to keep trying. You taught with more than words, creating a safe space that enabled Li’l D to thrive as he grew in understanding.

You built him up when he was crushed after his time away, and lovingly showed him that his mistakes are mere actions, not reflections of a fundamentally flawed self. You loved him and you showed it in hundreds of acts every day, no matter what.

That he called you “Teacher Mommy” didn’t wound me. It reminded me to be grateful for you and your care. While parting from Li’l D is never easy for me, you made it easier by your nurturing and your patience with him … and me.

Thanks to you, Li’l D is excited for first grade. Learning is so much fun, he can’t wait to see what new knowledge awaits him! He’s eager to build on the foundation you’ve so tenderly laid.

Please don’t mind my extra tears when I see you tomorrow. While some will be from sadness that Li’l D must move on, most will be from joy that the lessons and love you’ve given him will be with him–a part of him–always.

Tomorrow is my son’s last day in your classroom, but you will forever be in our hearts.

With love and thanks,
Deb

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  1. August 21, 2015 at 5:30 am

    Just so beautifully put with such love that I could feel it from the page it was written on. I wanted to cry. As a mother You made me feel what as parents we all go through.

    • August 21, 2015 at 5:57 am

      Thank you. It turns out a belly-ache will keep my son away from school today, but all the rest stands. I’m glad for all of it … even if a little sad, too. ♥

  2. August 21, 2015 at 7:06 am

    Good teachers are such a gift. How lucky it is to find one!

  3. August 23, 2015 at 1:20 pm

    Simply beautiful.

  1. August 21, 2015 at 5:55 am

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