Thank you, dear teacher.
After months of cold days, suddenly, it’s warm out and when I picked up my son from school yesterday, his blonde temples glistened under the sweat that was forming on his brow. It’s always startling to me, really—those temples that are still so very white blonde, only revealed from a short summer cut—since the rest of his head is darkening now that he’s getting older. Where did all that blonde hair go?
You were at the door like you always are, morning and afternoon, with the line of students behind you, waiting for parents to fetch them. It’s always a picture I look forward to seeing—the happy kids, children I’ve come to know, at the end of the day—and my son often stops to hug you before running to hug me. That’s the way it is now, sometimes. You’re the first to get the hug before he skips down the walk to throw his ever-growing arms around my waist. How did his arms get so long?
A year has ended; hair has gotten darker; arms have gotten longer, as they’ve reached for the sky. We parents have watched it all happen right before our very eyes, marveling at how fast time passes. As a chapter closes for them and for you, I want to thank you on behalf of all parents.Continue Reading