Hi Parents,
My sincere gratitude goes out to the classroom Parents, students, and PTA for making Teacher's Appreciation Week so special to me! The spectacularly decorated school, fantastic basket full of healthy fruits and food, class gift cards to Lou Malnati's and Starbucks, the adorable class book full of student and parent notes, the amazing coffee and treats delivered to my door, the deliciously prepared luncheon from parents, and even a massage for all of the teachers have all have touched me throughout the week.
I tell people all the time how blessed I am to be a part of such a special school community. All of the support that is given make my job so easy and wonderful to come to every day! I certainly have appreciated how all of the sweet gestures, positive emails and personally touching conversations that have been given throughout the year. None of this job could be completed without any of you. Just know that you are all incredible!
Certainly, words cannot capture how fortunate I am to have such wonderful parents and students. I did a few years ago however, come across this poem that summarizes how this job could not be done without all of you parents being a special part of your child's life. So, I leave you with this poem and thank you for being an intricate part of your child's education.............
Partners (Author unknown)
I dreamed I stood in a studio,
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a child's mind,
And they fashioned it with care.
The clay they used was a child's mind,
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher; the tools used,
Were books and music and art.
One, a parent with guiding hands,
A gentle and loving heart.
Were books and music and art.
One, a parent with guiding hands,
A gentle and loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled,
With a touch both deft and skilled.
The parent labored side by side,
And all the values filled.
With a touch both deft and skilled.
The parent labored side by side,
And all the values filled.
And when at last their task was done,
They looked at what they'd wrought.
The beautiful shape of the precious child,
Could neither be sold nor bought.
They looked at what they'd wrought.
The beautiful shape of the precious child,
Could neither be sold nor bought.
And each agreed it would have failed,
If one had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher, home.
Fondly,
Donna :)
If one had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher, home.
Fondly,
Donna :)
