Ways to do it.
So my nineteen year old decided to thank her second grade teacher.
She sat thinking
and then the keys started clicking.
“Finished.” she announced with a big smile.
Back and forth the conversations continued
wondering where she was today.
Did she still teach at the small private school?
Yes, she learned. Same school.
Today we all hopped into the car
and traveled down a road that used to be so familiar.
Every school day
morning and afternoon
second grade through fifth.
Those were the years our family experienced a failed adoption
and then the adoption of Jenny.
As we got out of the car
and walked toward the big door,
we both felt the strangeness.
Time passes too quickly. It has been 8 years.
Lots of changes.
Today Noelle is a college student.
Studying to be a teacher.
I glanced as she walked before me
long dark curly hair
a beautiful woman
wanting to step back and say thanks.
Through the we went and down the narrow steps
to the familiar office.
The familiar face of the kind
always efficient Mrs. Schuyler lit up with joyful, recognition.
“Noelle,” she squealed getting up from her seat
and coming to give her a hug.
After exchanging a few words,
Noelle inquired where her old teacher was now.
“Down this way,” she said motioning with her hand
for us to follow.
I glanced at the art work on the walls remembering that time
when my daughter’s papers hung.
We stopped in front of the door of the classroom
while the secretary asked to speak with the teacher.
“Someone wants to see you,” she said.
She came to the door
looked around and then her eyes landed on Noelle.
The next few minutes were too beautiful to put into words.
“What are you doing here?” Mrs. Willett asked obviously moved.
“I wanted to come back and give you this card…
to say thank you for all you did for me.”
For just a second this dear teacher met my eyes.
Like yesterday she had been there
to teach my daughter when she so deeply needed reassurance.
She went the second mile
in her loving kindnesses
helping a shy little second grader find her place in a new school.
More hugs followed.
Tear filled eyes.
Yes, it’s important to think back
To remember those whose lives have made a difference.
Today I was privileged to see
a teacher and former student
Shining moments all over the place.
Gives us another opportunity to express our thanks.
I have another card to send
received a precious call yesterday.
Hears touching hearts.
God’s countless gifts of grace in our lives.