Jack's preschool class had their Thanksgiving feast today. Afterwards, they invited all the parents to come watch a little play they put on. My son made his theatrical debut as Captain of the Mayflower. He had the first line of the play: "I see land!" It was very cute.
I can only imagine how much work went into trying to get a bunch of 4 year olds to remember lines and songs, make hats and actually "build" the Mayflower. This on top of all of the other things the kids are supposed to be doing. Things never go quite the way you plan with preschoolers. When Jack's hat ripped 1/2 way through the play, he was very upset and sat on the couch until it was over. One of his teachers (both of which have the patience of a saint), promptly got the tape to repair his hat, told him what a great job he did, and that everything was ok.
We have been blessed with great teachers for Jack and for the most part also for Nick throughout the years. Two of Nick's favorite teachers just got 10 requests for college recommendations for Thanksgiving. As if just teaching wasn't enough, they help all of their students with the college application process; and likely during personal time.
I've always had the utmost respect and admiration for teachers. Ok, not always, but at least since I've been a parent. Lol! As we approach the anniversary of that horrible day in Newtown, my appreciation for the teaching profession only grows. We are constantly asking our teachers to do more and more with less and less. The vast majority love our kids and truly love teaching. It is not an easy task, the pay is less than stellar, and when push comes to shove, they will do anything to protect our most precious assets.
I am thankful for all of the teachers who have been a part of our lives and who have believed in my children. To my own former teachers, I apologize for all the times that I wasn't exactly a model student. Thank you for not giving up on me.
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