It’s that time of the year again–the end of the school year. When teachers rejoice for a well-deserved break. And when parents seek a better sangria recipe to tide them through a sweltering season of “I’m boooored!”s and “She won’t stop bothering meeeee!”s.
As for me, I’m not worried because I am a seasoned Summer pro: I’ve discovered the art of infusing vodka and gin for tasty cucumber or basil or peach or blueberry vodka tonics, gin and tonics, and anything else I can mix and enjoy. I would offer these as end-of-the-year teacher gifts but I’m pretty sure that won’t help my reputation around town. And I think the principal actually believes I’m a responsible parent.
So instead, the kids write notes to their teachers and I attach a more appropriate (but I bet less well-liked) gift. These are two notes La Chica wrote. They made me chuckle. Her word choices kill me–she’s so clearly parroting what she’s been told by adults.
“Dear Miss Merson, I love you. I like the way you teach kids at recess. I like the way you keep kids safe. You always have a good attitude.”
“Dear Miss. Murray, I am proud of you that you taught me a ton of stuff. I never knew so many things like haiku-poem. You’re a good teacher. I am proud of you. PS You’re the best 🙂 PS I love you so much”
Kids learn what they live. And I love her teachers even more than I did before. I am so grateful for them in our lives. Because they’ve clearly taught her through their daily grace and patience and love and kindness and respect:
-Play is important and is a subject worthy of being taught
-Good attitudes carry the day
-Affirming pride in efforts is always welcome feedback
Sounds like a successful year to me. And Miss Merson and Miss Murray: you know where I live and what time cocktail hour is–the door’s always open for you.