Four years ago this week a friend of mine, who teaches English at a high school outside of Chicago, posted this on Facebook:
To all my friends with school aged children,
I want you to know something. I love your children. I love the learning and the chaos and the laughter and the mess that make up my classroom. I love teaching children every day to be kind and brave. I don’t mind spending many extra hours at home creating engaging learning experiences for my students. I don’t mind the weekend hours of adding authentic feedback to each writing assignment I collect because I BELIEVE in the strength and the power of the written word.
But, I also want you to know that February is hard. It’s dark and cold and filled with all kinds of yucky germs (and hopefully hand sanitizer!). If you’ve ever considered sending a quick note of gratitude to your child’s teacher, do it during the month of February. Such small gestures go a long way to lift spirits and brighten days—and they mean more than you can ever know.
As I expect you can discern from her words, Beth is the kind of teacher parents hope and pray their children will have during their high school years: engaged and engaging, interested and interesting, and, as she has been since I first met her during our freshman year of college, wise beyond her years.
Beth's assessment of the month seems so simple, yet I had never thought about February in that way until the moment she spelled it out for me. I decided to act on her suggestion and send notes of thanks and encouragement to Will and Hallie's teachers, and then, as I sat at my desk writing these notes, I realized Beth's words could apply to other professions and populations as well.
February is hard. For months, postal workers have been braving inclement weather to deliver our mail. City employees have been plowing, salting, and sanding their way through massive snowfalls and freezing rain to keep our roadways safe. Doctors and nurses have been dealing with the worst flu epidemic in decades while trying to promote health and healing. Those with Seasonal Affective Disorder, depression, and/or anxiety may have been struggling more than usual to survive these dark days.
Most of what you just read was shared for the first time four years ago, back when what we thought was a trudge across hot coals was actually frolicking in a flower field...at least compared to what we've dealt with for the last 24 months. I imagine that almost everyone working in these jobs and professions - delivery services, city employees, medical personal, teachers, and essential workers of all kinds - would willingly return to the workloads and working conditions of two years ago. I imagine that most of them would describe themselves as exhausted and frustrated. And I imagine that many of them are ready to throw in the towel.
Which makes this kind of outreach - on this specific day - that much more important.
In short, share the love.
For those you who think this effort might not work, or that your words of encouragement might not matter...read this post, in which I shared what happened when I emailed Will and Hallie's teachers four years ago.
Also, happy birthday to my sis-in-law, Chandi, and happy anniversary to my parents!
|This is old pic...but it's my absolute favorite of Chandi and Hallie, |
making bouquets of "Will Sweeties" (what Hallie called Sweet Williams).
|My parents, all dressed up and ready to support Will for |
last Friday's game...even though they live 1,000 miles away.
No post tomorrow - see you on Friday!