A Teacher’s Gift

Today is my boy’s last day of kindergarten. ((Sigh))

Fox And His K Certificate

Fox And His K Certificate

This is nearly inconceivable to me, but I accept it as truth nonetheless.  When you are pregnant, or your child is an infant, you are told repeatedly that your youngern will grow faster than will seem possible– how true this statement is.  Like it or not, there is a lot happening in your child’s life these first six years, and not only is it beyond your control, sometimes it verges on being beyond comprehension.

We have been extremely lucky….  not only has our dear boy been healthy and growing strong over these years of his life, but his mind has amused and amazed us.  Not only is he incredibly bright, he’s sweet and kind, and (most-of-the-time) his behavior makes me proud.

When you have focused so much on the life of a young person, training and teaching, reading and playing– it can almost be hard to hand that little soul over to a teacher.  Its not that I didn’t trust the teacher, its more that I didn’t know if I trusted myself to have readied him enough…  but the show must go on, so hand him over I did.  And I am so glad.

This past year she has taught him so much– not just about insects, electricity, sight words, and ordinal numbers– but about paying attention, treating your classmates with fairness, and respecting authority.  She has taken the little man that I slowly taught to read, and she has given him the tools to read well, and with great enthusiasm.  She has gently nudged him into skill levels I had not known he was capable of– repeatedly.  She has assessed and adjusted to greater benefit him, and as a result, has done an incredible job with her time with him.  Again, I am grateful, and I know I am lucky.

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The Necklace

The Necklace

I had conceptualized this gift at Christmastime, getting so far as to jot down ideas and to actually construct the charm necklace.  But because we were in the thick of the move, we had a little difficulty finding the printer, then the cord, and the project ground to a halt.  Sometimes it just seems necessary to turn to easy and store-bought.  But as the end of the school year approached, it felt clearer and clearer to me that a simple gift card and thank you note was an inadequate expression of our appreciation.  It seemed little in light of the love and care that she had taken with our little man, and all that he had absorbed over his time with her.  I revived the project, enlisting the help of my husband in writing the rhyme.  Together we worked– admittedly with moments of great frustration on our part– but in the end I think we managed to convey it.  Maybe not perfectly, but it is my hope that she sees it as the gesture it was meant to be– an attempt to tell her how much she is truly appreciated.

The Bottle Contents

The Bottle Contents

The present itself is a necklace accompanied by a poem.  The necklace was constructed from a tiny glass vial (exactly of the type that I have used repeatedly for my miniature projects) filled with wee objects that were intended to reflect the rhyme.  In it I placed an assortment of paper punches– hearts that had been punched from red cardstock and shaped with a stylus, and pink flowers made to look more petaled and dotted at the center.  I used large-flake iridescent glitter to evoke the magical flit of a fairy’s wing, and fine diamond dust to represent whispers.  I chose three of the most wee, gem-shaped swarovski crystals I could find, in the hopes of showing her diamond strength.  The whole thing has been permanently capped, and attached to a chain using a cute bow connector and dangling crystal charm.  I know that it is not the most fashionable of jewelry, but it in this case, it is truly the thought that counts.

Here is the poem we labored over–

 

A Teacher’s Gift

A teacher’s a vessel of science and art,
A mind full of knowledge, a warm patient heart,
An important link in life’s chain of command,
Eager to lead or to offer a hand.

Guiding through work and laughing in play,
A good teacher always knows just what to say
In a strong tone that’s tougher than diamonds
Or a soft whisper encouraging shy ones.

As magical as a fairy’s wing,
As musical as the tunes we sing,
Planting the seeds so that ideas can bloom,
New worlds are discovered within her classroom.

The brightest of futures are hers to behold
As young minds are opened while school days unfold.
With a smile of approval and a look to disarm,
Life lessons are given that work like a charm.

For Mrs. Ashley Arms
From Amber & Pan Walker
May 2013

 

***  Thank you Mrs Arms, we only hope that the rest of Fox’s schooling years are as lovely as this first.***

((If you would like to use this poem for a similar gift of appreciation, feel free– we only ask that you credit us for our words, as you would for Keats or Seuss.))

 


 


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