To the educators who have committed themselves to my children this year,
I don’t know you but I already love you. I love you because you have promised to care for each and every child assigned to your classroom, including mine. Not just work with them – not just impart wisdom – but actually care for them. (How many other professions require that you care for a group of sneaky nose pickers? Not many.) I love you because I know that you enjoyed your time off this summer but most of you still found yourselves itching to come back. You could feel the quiet desperation of all of those hit hard by the economic downturn and while you sympathize with their need for a job, you will be danged if you will give them yours. I love you because you spend your own money to make your classroom a welcoming space. A place where children can feel safe and where learning is valued. I love you because you often give hugs and pats on the back even when society is telling us to maintain a safe distance. I love you because you come to class with an open mind and a willing heart and a servant’s passion for children. But mostly I love you because you step in to take my boys right when I think that all of this summer-time togetherness might be the death of our little family. I love you because you will save us all.
If you need me, I’ll be getting a mani/pedi and sipping a latte.
a grateful mother