Beware the buzz at the pool....

Sniff.  Sniff. Can you smell it? You know what I mean. That smell is here; the smell of new pencils, new books, new crayons and markers, the smell of new shoes, new clothes, and a new backpack and you know what that means. School is in the air!   Perhaps the biggest sign that school is right around the corner is the buzz that is flying around the pool, in the supermarket and at your local fall sporting practices.  Who will get the Best Teacher of All?  Who will be the lucky kids to get in the Best Teacher of All’s class?

Remember on Mary Poppins, when Jane and Michael wrote a letter and asked for the perfect nanny?  The father was stunned when Mary Poppins handed him the list that he had thrown into the fire.   It went something like this: 

(Start humming…) “If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition; rosy cheeks, no warts; play games, all sorts.  You must be kind, you must be witty, very sweet and very pretty; take us on outings, give us treats, sing songs, bring sweets.”    

That’swhat keeps going through my mind at this time of year. That super duper wish list.   The wish list each parent and child has.  Here’s what I think the wish list is for the perfect teacher.  Wanted:  teacher; must be sweet, even-tempered, hip, funny, pretty, smart, young, experienced and energetic.  Must never yell, get mad, throw things or lose her temper.  Must be very patient, wear stylish clothes, have a lovely laugh and smell like fresh baked cookies.   

So, basically, that would count me out.  (And, perhaps, everyone I know.)
While we teachers may not all be young or hip or very tall, there are some things we have in common.  We are committed to our jobs and to your kids.  These are some of the things we can promise you.    We will get to know your child inside and out; we will learn about his pets, his siblings, his likes and dislikes and will always notice when he gets a hair cut.  We will push him to be independent, self-sufficient, confident and responsible.  We will help guide him when things don’t go his way and will laugh with him (and applaud) when they do. We will push him until he reaches the potential that we know he has, and we will be there when he falls, to pick him back up, dust him off and start him back up that hill. That’s our job, and that’s what we love to do.  

Contrary to what my kindergarteners recommended to our student intern, we will not be teaching kickboxing, having cinema time every day; they cannot ride mechanical bulls in class, skateboard off the roof (with kneepads, of course) and we will not buy them happy meals for lunch once a week. (I gotta give them credit for trying, however.)

As a mom, I’ve learned that often the teachers who work with my child every day know more about what is a good match for him than I do.  I have learned that it is important for me to keep my mouth shut on some occasions and it is equally important to voice my concerns at others.  I have learned that a teacher that was not the best match for Mrs. Jones’ son (that darned Mrs. Jones—always so hard to keep up with), was the perfect teacher for my son.

Yeah, we teachers don’t all look alike.  Some of us are tall, short, skinny, chunky, old, young, and black and white. However, we all love kids and want what is best for these young souls.  So please; trust us, respect us and join us in making this the Best Year Ever for your child.   One more thing - beware the buzz at the pool.  Sometimes that bee will come right back and sting ya. 


LisaH said...

You have touched a sore spot for me. I live in a little town in the burbs of Chicago. This town is good/bad. Great schools, annoying-as-hell hovering one-upping parents. And they take teacher assignments VERY seriously. And often request (AKA require) their snowflakes to be with a certain teacher and/or certain friends and I HATE IT. They post on the FB board about teacher assignments and I just cringe. HATE IT. I have told my kids from day 1 they will get who they get and will not get upset. Thanks for your years of teaching. You are a saint. Teachers are saints.

Steph said...

As always, words of wisdom from the smart teacher. Hope you are recovering well from your surgery.

Ernie said...

So true. I too live in a small suburban town in Chicago. I have 6 kids and we have had all kinds of teachers over the years. My mom was a teacher and so I always assumed all teachers were flawless. Fortunately most have been great and when they aren't I still tell my kids to power thru, we all have bad days. I am excited to have my youngest son graduate 8th grade at the end of this year, because the junior high teachers really dislike the boy students EVERY YEAR at our jr high and I wish they would celebrate them a bit more. High school is right around the corner and the teachers there are top notch and really help all the kids find their strengths.