There but for the Grace of the Teachers

by ParentCo. August 25, 2017

young boy looking at his teacher

Come close, guys. I want to tell you about the teachers.

Specifically, I want to tell you about Ms. K, Luca's pre-k teacher from last year. My guess is we can recognize so many of the teachers in Ms. K, because it takes a special kind of person to be doing this work, doesn't it? Maybe the best kind. Better than me, that's for sure.

Anyway. Here we go. Ms. K, bless her heart, came into Luca's classroom halfway through what was a challenging year of transition for him. He was the baby of the class, still stumbling to adjust to full-time school after mostly spending his weekdays in the quiet and loving company of his Grammy. He wasn't potty-trained (although he was at home). He wasn't talking (although he was at home).

Enter Ms. K. She called me one evening shortly after she started.

"Is this Luca's Mom?" she asked, and I bristled.

I'd been waiting for the call in which they told me he wasn't ready for school, that I'd made a mistake, to come get him right now and not return until he could wipe his own butt and speak when spoken to, please and thank you. Except that's not what she said.

"I'm taking him on as mine," she said instead, and I had to try to sneak in big gulpy breaths to disguise the fact that I'd burst into tears.

"Let's get him potty trained," she said. And she did.

"Let's get him talking," she said next, emboldened, but we were running out of time. School was about to break for the summer and, truth be told, I wasn't very confident. Luca had never spoken to anyone but us. Never. Ever.

"We have a week," she said.

The days ticked by and nothing happened.. Everyday he would come home and I would ask hopefully, "Did you talk to Ms. K today?"

He'd smile sheepishly at me, looking up from under those eyelashes that God gives three-year-old boys and the rest of us try to mimic with mascara, and shrug. Nope. Not today.

On the very last day there was a picnic. My husband and I went too and watched Luca mouth the words to the songs his classmates sang out loud. Afterwards, we packed ourselves up to head home. Ms. K came over to say her goodbyes, and Luca said bye. He said it so quietly and so naturally that it took us all a moment to even register what had happened, how she had said she was going to get him to speak to her and how he had, just like she said. It was like witnessing a miracle.

I tell you this because it's school time again. It already is for some of you and will be again for the rest of us soon. We're buying up our school supplies and laying out first-day outfits and trying desperately to remember how to get the kids up at a reasonable hour in the morning. There's anxiety so palpable in the air that it's clouding out the last rays of stubborn August sun.

And yet.

Our babies are alright, you guys. They are loved and cared for and guided by these angels, the Ms. Ks of the world and all the others like her. The people who do every single day like it ain't no thing, this miracle of feeding and watering and nurturing our children so they can bloom where they're planted. So they can pee in the potty. So they can find their voices. So they can, eventually, change this world. God bless the teachers. There but for the grace of them go our babies.

This post originally appeared here.



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