It's Teacher Appreciation week.
This week when you are a normal classroom teacher is filled with gifts and surprises...
But this year, that's not me... I'm a "specials' teacher... and I have come to realize how often they are left out of the loop.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not here to complain about not getting gifts... Quite the opposite.
You see... During times like this, when I am feeling a bit invisible... all it takes is just one child.
My little friend who has been checking in with me all year, that I have been forcing to change out of her stinky clothes into clean ones on a daily basis, so I can wash hers, so she can gain confidence about herself... She arrived at my door today with a letter to me.
The letter said how I was the best teacher in the district because I listened to her and cared about her and that she knew she could tell me anything and it would still be okay. It was a page long... a whole page from a child who struggles to write a few sentences for an assignment.
It made me cry!!
A box of chocolates has never done that...