Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Surely I am not the only one feeling fragile lately, the need for kindness so great I smile at pigeons. So when Zoey sat down tonight and made this card for her first grade teacher I nearly wept--not cried, but wept--a feeling so raw it belongs among statues.
They had a holiday party at school today and were allowed to bring in their favorite stuffed animal. Her teacher brought in her childhood bear, old enough that it had stitches which seemed to fascinate Zoey.
Translation: Dear Ms. Cozza, I love you. Have a Merry Christmas. Love, Zoey. Then the bear is saying (starting backward): I will love you for the rest of my life. On the other side: Special.

Which. Just. Yes. Thank you to all of the teachers that take care of our children and make them feel safe and loved and special.

Rolling in seasonal sap as if it were armor of some kind,


Geli said...

aawww...First grade teachers are special. My daughter is in high school now, but still talks about her First grade teacher who loved every kid like it was her own. Mrs. So we won't ever forget you! I bet Zoey's teacher will treasure this card for a very long time, and I also bet she'll still look at this card when Zoey is long gone and off to college.

sunshine said...

Zoey is awesome... I still have my bear from when I was little and I love him to pieces!

Happy Christmas to your and your beautiful family!