The last two years after we moved back to Phoenix had been so busy. I was 8 months pregnant with our second baby. The apartment huntings, the school admission processes, hospital visits, childbirth, taking care of the newborn baby, – oh my goodness, we did go through a lot in mere two years. Amidst this managing to stay alive seemed to be a congratulatory moment sometimes.
Last week Kanna’s school closed for summer holidays. My baby is going to be a 3rd grader when the school opens in August at a new school. It is going to be a new experience for us too shifting to another part of the city as for the past ten years (minus the two in England) of our lives was spent on this side of Phoenix.
Last week, as I walked in to pick him up for the last time from his current school I felt a lump in my throat along with the tears threatening to spill over. His teacher, Ms. Hidalgo was present there and I was so happy to see her. She managed to be there to see her students off on their last day as second graders even though she had to be away the days before that due to a family emergency. But the kind teacher came in on the last day of the school year to say Good-Bye to her students despite her personal loss.
See, every year when Kanna starts a new grade I am worried. I am worried how he will be in his new class. How his friends are going to be. How his teacher will be. I am more worried if he and his teacher will get along well. What if his teacher develops a disliking toward him. It could happen, right? Every year until he settles well in the class with some good friends and a good teacher I carry this anxiety along. I pry and prod my level best to understand how he is doing, how exactly he is feeling. Because it’s important to me to make sure that my kid is truly happy with his school atmosphere as he spends a good chunk of his waking hour there.
When Kanna started 2nd grade, he wasn’t sure how he felt about Ms.Hidalgo. Because you see, she was not Mrs.Brown, who was his first-grade teacher. Oh, he adores Mrs.Brown. Every time he catches a glimpse of Mrs.Brown anywhere he yells, “Hi, Mrs.Brown!”. He was a little upset that Mrs.Brown wouldn’t be his teacher anymore when he became a second grader. A week later his school started, he told me that his new teacher is okay, but he still liked Mrs.Brown better. A few weeks later Kanna declared that Ms.Hidalgo is nice and he liked her as much as he liked Mrs.Brown.
Boy, was I happy to hear that!
Then it changed to Ms.Hidalgo is the best. Many times during this past year I heard how great Ms.Hidalgo was.
Kanna truly loved the book Wonder when his teacher read it in the class. He was inspired by the Kindness project they did last year. And I’m so very happy that he got the best experience. On the night before the last day of his school, he told me that Ms.Hodalgo is his bestest teacher ever. He made a thank you card for her without my mentioning.
Thank you Ms.Hidalgo
For being the bestest teacher ever to my child. For gifting my son an awesome year and for showing him how a teacher should be. You were an inspiration. The impression a good teacher leaves on a student is everlasting, and you succeeded in leaving a profound impression on my child. Your presence had certainly made our lives a little easier last year. Thank you. You bagged the bestest teacher trophy fair and square. 🙂
As a loving mother, I truly hope that Kanna’s future teachers would make this trophy theirs in the years to come.
Linking with Gratitude Circle hosted by Vidya Sury.