Last week there were no X‘s on my son’s seat work coming home.
There were no notes in his planner about pushing or shoving or missing books.
He told me his teacher let him choose a CHAPTER book to read during silent reading (he was ecstatic).
And yesterday, the teacher sent home a much FULLER version of this:
The children SANG “IT HAS THREE LAYERS MOMMA!” with their mouths full of espresso shortbread dipped in chocolate (my favorite cookie to make).
This note was inside:
Dear Sean and Family,
May your home be filled
with that warm and happy
Hope the holidays bring you everything wonderful!
Hope you enjoy this holiday baking.
Jen, I know you must be frustrated by bed rest,
so this little contribution is heartfelt.
I am humbled. Deeply. She has bridged the gap of caring that I was not able to do. I don’t know what her faith is, but her actions were compassionate and full of forgiveness. And, have made my heart so full of gratitude.
I think, of all the things I’m hating about bed rest, is the inability to bake for the holidays is the worst. This box had at least 6 dozen cookies inside of it, at least 8 different kinds of cookies. My children (and husband) are delighted (as am I). My favorite thing about holiday get-togethers is making a bunch of new recipes and a bunch of “classic” recipes. And this year, I haven’t even looked at the cookbooks because it was too “hard.”
And this teacher somehow knew that what I hated the most about “missing” the holidays was not the shopping, or decorating – but the baking – and did it for me. [insert tears of joy here]
THANK YOU TERESA. I am VERY blessed to have your forgiveness and compassion. I DO know that you are doing what is right for your classroom. I DO know that. My pregnancy-induced hormonal emotions, my broken heart for a child who doesn’t “get” everything, and frustration that I cannot do more to help him “get” it was all directed towards you, and your gift sincerely showed me that you DO CARE and ARE doing more than could possibly be asked with all the students in your class. I am still going to push for more SEA time, not only for my son’s sake, but also for yours.
Thank you for your gift. There could not have been a better gift given to me this season*. Thank you.
*well, of course, the gift of life in Jesus Christ, but you know what I mean. In some ways I really REALLY feel that this gift really was a gift of Christ – and I am lightened and joyful because of it.