To my Children in Decades Past: What a coincidence that you were near my heart for nine months as you grew and I nourished you in numbers and words—the same amount of time I carried my own children near my heart as they grew and I nourished them in flesh and blood. (Psalm 139:13 …you knitted me in my mothers womb…) Well, dear children, in those nine months you tied strings to my heart.
Most of you moved on giving your loyalty to another teacher, quickly bonding with her/him as you did with me. You are all about 35 to 60 years old now and you might occasionally sit with friends and relatives saying something like this:
“Do you remember that teacher we had in fourth grade who was so nice.” (Oops, did you say grumpy?)
Or some might say, “I can’t think of that teacher’s name—you know, the one who wore a formal and a motorcycle helmet to school one day. She was trying to show us that we should dress appropriately for some reason. I’ve forgotten what.” (Me too, I remember doing it but I don’t remember why.)
Or, “In the first grade we would sit in a row on the book shelves. We moved up one at a time while she checked then we moved back to our seats, another would scoot over to be checked.” (All kids loved watching me grade their buddy’s papers. Learned more that way than when I graded their own paper. Can’t you hear the critics yelling now?)
Or, “In second grade every day we sang ‘This is the day that the Lord hath made, we will be glad and rejoice in it.’ Do you remember her?” (Guess I couldn’t sing that song with them now.)
Or, “She never did believe that Chucky stole that money, but he did.” (Yeah, I finally had to give up in face of the evidence.)
Those are some of the things you might say about me if you remember me at all. For most, I belong to a string that you have cut at your end and let go. But I remember some things about you also and it will be my turn next time. Join me for Part 2 in coming days.
——-This blog was inspired by Debra, In My Minds Eye, as she recounts the beginning of her school year.