It is hard to believe nine years ago you made a decision that would set you on the path to where you are today. When you said you wanted to become a teacher, many people questioned and criticized your choice. You were a 4.0 student and people couldn't believe "you wanted to be a teacher."
But I knew. Mommas always know.
Last week you finished your 5th year of teaching. You know what that means? You beat the odds. Many teachers don't make it past five. I know the first year was rough and honestly, I didn't think either one of us was going to get through that one.
|Isn't she just the cutest third-grade teacher!|
I have never seen you teach in person, but I have seen the love you have for your students and the love you put into making your classroom a safe and happy place for them to be and to learn.
Today, as I was driving you around town to deliver your student gifts, I did something that I never told you about. I rolled the window down and listened.
Just listened. I watched the surprised look on their sweet little faces when they saw you standing at their door. I heard the way your love poured from your heart and into your words. "Hey, buddy! Do you know today would have been? The last day of school! I know this isn't how we wanted it to be, but I wanted to share it with you anyway."
I saw their faces light up when they opened their gifts, specially chosen for each one. I watched them smile as they looked at the picture in the frame, documenting your time together. And I watched you stay 6 feet apart when I know you so desperately wanted to hug each one of them. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold the back the tears.
Seeing you on those porches today with your students, I know why you became a teacher.
And I couldn't be prouder.
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Your mom heart is overflowing and mine too as I read this. Well done Megan and Leigh Anne. There are some lucky students in Vincennes.ReplyDelete
This is such a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing it.ReplyDelete
Wow. I remember when Megan went into teaching. What a celebration! I hope she reads your post too ... you both must be so proud! You set aReplyDelete
beautiful example and she decided to pave her own way. Mommas always know. 💜
I remember that first year and some hearts united in prayer. Thank goodness for teachers like her and mamas like you!ReplyDelete
So much love in this post. Your daughter's love for her students. Your love for your daughter. The love of teaching. Beautiful.ReplyDelete
This is beautiful. Like Ramona, I remember praying for Megan during her first year of teaching. I'm so glad to know she is still going strong. The genre you choose -- a letter to Megan -- makes the moment so much more intimate and special. You are giving each of us a gift to get to glimpse into Megan's teaching life. Love & hugs, RuthReplyDelete
I love the deep respect you have for your daughter - her profession - her deep passion for the children in her care. Thank you for this celebration. With teachers like Megan, we have MUCH to celebrate!ReplyDelete
This made me tear up. Congratulations to your daughter on five years--that is a huge accomplishment. This post is such a sweet tribute.ReplyDelete