I was a few minutes late picking up Beau from school today. When I pulled up, I found him standing on the sidewalk with his teacher, Mrs. Long. The two have been friends for a long time. In fact, Mrs. Long (better known as Erin) was one of Beau’s first babysitters and Beau was the ring bearer in her wedding. It has been by the grace of God that Beau was placed in her class this year. And even with such a rich history between Erin and us, I still worry about him when he is at school. I worry that he’s happy. I worry that he’ll make new friends. I worry that he’ll do his work and be a good listener and wait his turn. So as I pulled up today and found the two of them hugging on the sidewalk, my heart sank for a moment because I was afraid it had been a bad day. I quickly parked and met them on the sidewalk.
“Beau, tell mama about your day.” Mrs. Long said
After a long pause, Beau spoke. “Best day ever!”
Mrs. Long concurred. “It was the best day ever!”
I can honestly say, I will never tire of hearing that phrase.
I have such a deep appreciation for special education teachers and all that they do to enrich our children’s lives. For while we parents are charged with taking care of our children in good times and in bad, special education teachers have made THE CHOICE to do this. I have no doubt that it is one of the toughest jobs a person could love.
Anatole France once said, “Nine-tenths of education is encouragement.”
Thank you Mrs. Long for the lessons and the hugs and especially the encouragement. It was the best day ever!