A Letter to my Son's First grade Teacher.

May 25, 2016



His last day of school is tomorrow and I wish I could express the magnitude of thanks to this precious woman for loving my boy all year. We just finished his last night of first grade homework and talked about tomorrow being his last day. His voice trembled as he told me his heart was going to hurt to say goodbye to this chapter. He told me he'd keep his teacher in his heart forever like he does his kindergarten teacher. 

Before I had kiddos, I was a teacher- but even then I am not sure I grasped the magnitude of my place there. It wasn't until now, as a mama sending my most precious possession off into someone elses care everyday that I realized my forever gratitude for her role in his life. 

This year was a huge year for us. 

The first year where Aiden went every day to school ...LOTS of firsts, lots of growing pains, lots of changing. I cried every day the first two weeks of school....and so did he. 

But then something beautiful began to happen..... we began to stretch a little bit. Not too much but just enough to let those big beautiful wings span out. 

Since the moment Aiden and I's eyes met I have struggled with sharing this child! The moment they took him out of my arms and whisked him away to the NICU, the way my heart broke to miss even a moment with him. Each milestone I catch myself prying open my fingers, struggling with my heart and my fears and knowing what is best for him. 



 To his precious teacher, 

Thank you. 
Thank you for loving my boy this year. Thank you for helping me share him, thank you for rejoicing in the sweet moments along side me. Thank you for letting me worry and talk through all my thoughts. And for the countless emails, even the silly ones where I am worried- making sure he did okay his first time at hot lunch and for embracing him when he was sad. 

Thank you for recognizing in Aiden the things that I love so much about him, for noticing the same things and celebrating his sweet spirit. Thank you for not trying to change that about him...but for showing him independence and growth while still so very much still letting him be who he is and who God created him to be. 

Thank you for being there when I wasn't. For making his tears go away and for making him laugh when he was miles away from me. Thank you for holding our hands as we walked through our growing pains. Thank you for being tender with our tender boy. Thank you for knowing when he needed to be pushed and for knowing when he needed extra love. 

Thank you for being tender and gracious with him. For giving him a love of learning. Thank you for teaching this sweet boy how to read and for celebrating his small and big victories. Thank you for always letting him get in front of the class and share his fun stories and propping up his confidence day after day.  For giving him an experience that was so positive that he has tears when he thinks about the school year ending and a new chapter beginning. 



Thank you for teaching him this year, for helping him thrive. Thank you for showing him Jesus day after day. Thank you that when he came home Easter weekend, he shared about the tears that fell in class as you read the story of Jesus...and for the moments you would kneel and pray with him. These are priceless moments forever imprinted in his heart. Thank you for shaping him at school the same way we shape him at home. 

Thank you so much from the very bottom of my heart for pouring your heart and soul this year into a little person that means everything to me. There is no greater gift that I could share and you loved him well. 

Forever you have blessed our life and become a part of our story. 

I read a quote once that said if you share your gift with others, you are returning it to Him. Thank you so much for using your gift and blessing our family. 

We are forever and ever thankful.