My son’s teacher is getting married.
Care factor for you? I know, it’s zero. But imagine if it was your child’s teacher. What’s your reaction then?
I’m relatively new to this school thing and I tell you, I’m stunned when I heard the reaction of many of the other mothers. I’m going to string it out a bit before I tell you because it really was such a shock to me. But it isn’t the first thing that has shocked me about parents and teachers.
It’s an odd relationship, isn’t it? You entrust the care of your little one to a grown-up you hardly know for a third of your day. The very being you birthed and nurtured and cocooned is suddenly given to someone else to shape. You trust this person. You have to.
So why do so many of us look down on them?
I want to pre-empt my big reveal by letting you know my thoughts on my son’s teacher. I think you need to know this before we go on.
I think I am a little bit in love with her.
I will tell you why. My son’s in Year One at his local public school and week two this year she approached me in the playground on a Monday morning.
“Shauna” she called. “I was thinking about Jasper on the weekend…”
(You were WHAT?)
(You were THINKING ABOUT MY SON ON THE WEEKEND?)
She THINKS about MY SON in her spare time.
She was concerned about his writing and thought that a pencil grip might assist him, so she had sourced some. ON THE WEEKEND. For my son.
I was dumbfounded. It blew me away. These teachers and their dedication. Their interest. The absorption in their job.
At that moment: I think I fell a little bit in awe.
I can’t imagine being a teacher, being surrounded by five, six, seven-year-olds and their outbursts and lack of control and their snot and their dirty nails. And being such an important factor in their future. The level of responsibility would floor me I think.