It’s not you, it’s me.
In our time together, I have watched you help grow my child into the learner that he is today.
I have experienced his excitement and at times, discouragement at the end of the school day, while I listen to stories about the playground, p.e., and friends. I know you have shared in those emotions too, because he tells me.
In a sense, you are a mom to him as well, his school mom. You see his emotions when he learns something new. You see the strategies he uses when he is reading. You care for him and help him navigate life, friendships, and lunch line. You worry about him. I know, because you have told me.
When you see concerns or behaviors that are unusual, you communicate those with me, truly caring for my child. You want what is best for him and it shows in your teaching.
But, it’s not you, it’s me.
I know you are teaching for the right reasons, the heart reasons. It shows. I am truly thankful for the time and energy you have poured into my child.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
But, I want to see what you see. Those emotions he has when he learns something new, I want to experience. The reading strategies he has learned, I want to hear. The friend issues, I want to help him walk through those. I want to live his day with him while I still can.
He is only little once.
So I am deciding to homeschool, becoming both mom and teacher.
You have grown both of us, myself and my son, over our time together. You have taught my son valuable skills, helping to produce a life long learner. And you have helped me grow as a mother in ways you may never know.
Keep doing what you are doing, Teacher. You are changing lives. When you love on those little hearts, you are changing the future.
To Melinda Dickinson, much love.