When I was teaching, the first day of school made me so nervous. I’d always arrive at least an hour earlier than I was supposed to, just to make sure my classroom was in order. To double check that every kiddo had a desk, that my copies were made and my materials were gathered for our fun activities. As soon as the kiddos started arriving I was fine – but those hours before? You’d think I hadn’t done it last year, and the year before, and the one before that.
One of my favorite things about the first day of school was all the fun little things the kiddos brought – not just for me, but their new supplies – the fresh pencils, the unmarred backpacks, the perfect, not smooshed yet markers… and yes, the occasional teacher gift that would totally make my day and remind me that the kids were just as apprehensive about this new year and new class as I was.
My most favorite teacher present though, didn’t arrive on the first day of school. It arrived the second Monday.
One of the kiddos brought me a bunch of flowers… daisies, carnations, I don’t even remember now … in a cleaned out spaghetti sauce jar tied with a ribbon with a note. The note said that he’d had a great first week, came home every day talking about what we’d done and were doing tomorrow and next month and in the Spring. His mom said she wanted to let me know that I was already appreciated and that she thought I could use a “second Monday” bouquet.
All week long, as the kids and I were getting to know each other and the days were still settling, I would catch a glimpse of those flowers and couldn’t help but smile. A reminder that even though we’re still figuring each other out, even though I had to explain the morning routine 12 times, even though I fell asleep at 7:30 the night before from sheer exhaustion, it was going to be a good year. I still have the note in my “good things” box.
So if you didn’t get around to a first day of school gift, or after the shiny and new wears off a little, and the alarm clock is beginning to lose it’s novelty, and the markers are just a little smooshed from all that name-plate making last week, send your kiddo’s teacher a note. And if you happen to be at the grocery store over the weekend, plan a spaghetti dinner and pick up a bunch of flowers. “Second Monday” flowers … it has a nice ring to it, right?
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