Dear Teacher of one of my most precious boys,
I am sure that you started your 15th year of teaching this year thinking that it was going to run smooth and easy. Fortunately, you have my son in your class. And by now, I hope you have come to realize that your world has been and will never stopped being rocked.
Here are a few tips for you going into your 2nd semester:
1. My son may not be the brightest in his class (for now) but his obvious love for people should certainly overshadow that. It might help if you hugged him back when he hugs you for the tenth time in ten minutes and not act like physical contact is a disease.
2. I know he may focus on one thing for long periods of time instead of finishing the 20th paper of the same problems that you shove in his face, but if he should ever become a surgeon and you have a hole in your heart and you need the BEST surgeon possible. His focus and determination would be an exceptional talent to have. Perhaps you should touch your heart every now and then to remind yourself.
3. Maybe he does talk out of turn. But at least you know what he is thinking at the exact moment he is thinking it. For all you know, Jimmy Bob could be thinking about how to build a bomb but you love him because he is so quiet. It's the quiet ones you should be worrying about.
4. I know you aren't married and you don't have kids and I am sure you don't like when people point that out. But understand this, that is my son. My flesh and blood in your class room. A huge piece of my heart sitting in the seat waiting for you to teach him and most importantly, take care of him. I have entrusted you to these things. Keep that in mind when I want to know how my son is doing throughout the day. I don't want to know every time he didn't sit down or talked out of turn. I want to know that he was safe and happy and that he learned something. And that you did everything you could to make that happen.
I hope those little tips help you through the rest of the year.
the mother of an amazing, smart, funny, kind, gentle and loveable boy