This morning after getting up and getting dressed and brushing her teeth (but still refusing to brush her hair), Kaitlyn insisted on making a card for her teacher. She sat and very carefully covered a blank card with some of her favorite stickers. Despite my protests, she skipped breakfast for the task.
I don’t know if it’s accepted to be making cards to give to your teacher. It isn’t the first or last day of school. It’s just something Kaitlyn felt the burning desire to do. And since I don’t know if the practice is frowned upon or welcomed, I had no idea what would be appropriate to write inside. Kaitlyn babbled on that she wanted me to write how she wants the teacher to come to her birthday… as her editor I opted to omit those thoughts. I finally settled on a simple bonne journee, which is basically have a nice day. I wrote it on Kaitlyn’s dry-erase easel and made her copy it. She cried when she messed up a letter, which I fixed with some white-out.
When she kissed me goodbye at the gate and ran off, Kaitlyn was clutching the card tightly in her hand. She wouldn’t let me write the teacher’s name on the envelope; she was adament that she’d hand it to her. I suppose I may never know. Unless I’m scolded for it, I suppose.
Refreshing to read that she is excited about the teacher, vs. the attitude endured last year when the substitute was filling in. If the routine is discouraged in the french system, I imagine you’ll hear. If not, the teacher should be elated to have such an adoring student. This morning on GMA a woman who attended grade school in Durham, NC was featured on their “thank you” segment, as to how much her life was impacted by a new first-grade teacher in the early 60’s. Of course, the show staff found the teacher for one of those on-air reunions. But this may be laying the groundwork for an on-air reunion in 2050.