As I looked in my mailbox at lunch today, I saw what appeared to be a “Please call Mrs. So-and-So” memo from the secretary.
My heart sank.
What now? Who did I give detention to? What did I forget? Whose grades are not where they should be?
The year is ending in 11 days and my sights are already set on next year: Year 2 in 7th grade. I just need a fresh start. A do-over, if you will.
This year was not a stellar year for me. New grade level, new content, new co-teachers, new administration….I just never felt like I was on top of things in a fabulous ‘Super Teacher’ sort of way.
However, the conversation turned out a little differently than I expected.
“I just wanted to thank you for working with R. this year and being so patient with him and so understanding about his needs. It’s no secret he hates school, but he told me last week that he doesn’t want this year to end.”
(Hmmmmm….What 7th grade boy says that??)
His mom continued, “I asked him why and he said, ‘Because Ms. K won’t be my teacher anymore.'”
I think I may have said something like, “Awwww…..I just love him!” I told his mom that I knew he’d do great next year in 8th grade and that he’d be in good hands. Truly, he gained a lot of confidence this year and really matured. I couldn’t be happier with his new and improved attitude and effort.
That was ALL she wanted to tell me.
I hung up with a smile on my face and a warm, happy heart.
And I skipped out of the office to face the rest of the day.
This whole year I felt like I hadn’t done enough.
Was I giving enough, teaching enough, learning enough, helping my kids grow enough??????
Right at a time when I really needed to hear it, when eleven days feels like ten too many, one simple phone call was exactly that – enough.
Teacher Appreciation Week has passed. End of the year gifts are nice and all. But trust me, in times like these, such a simple gesture means a lot.