Wednesday, July 15, 2015

A Letter to Mrs. T

I'm sorry I didn't buy a gift, I am totally crap at remembering, and cash flow is always an issue. I wanted to make you something, but I just can't find the time!

So I am giving you the only thing I have: Words.

I don't know how I can ever thank you, Mrs. W + Miss. H. You have supported my child through these years of infant school with ease.

He was a little boy that didn't talk much, words meant very little to him. He hates leaving the house still but, just a few years ago, school was the biggest no no of all. 

After 2 years, in your classroom, with you 3, he has blossomed. He is chatty, happy boy. He always has a 'good morning' for Mrs. W, on the door.

He loves to read and, thanks to all of you, he will now attempt anything. Although, and Miss. H can definitely attest to this, he's still no fan of writing!

You have treated him with just the right amount of difference, because he's not the same. Somehow you found the balance. I wish I could bottle it, and take it to other schools, to show teachers how to treat Autistic children, in mainstream schools.

Thank you doesn't really cover it, flowers wouldn't last long enough, chocolates melt.

I have my words, but even they don't cover how grateful I am to your team.

It has brought more than one tear to my eye, the thought of him leaving you. I hope the next classroom will be just as good.

I will never forget this past 2 years.

So I say it again:

THANK YOU!

From us

6 comments:

  1. Loved this. I know what a difference it makes when people "get" our kids and instead of just seeing the challenges, they focus on solutions.
    Thanks for this great idea.

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    1. I genuinely cannot think how I can thank them enough! They have been amazing, for 2 years, if I could keep him there forever, I really would xx

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  2. Aww! How sweet!! What a lovely post x

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    1. Thank you Kim, thankfully she did see it too x

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  3. This is a lovely post and something that, as a teacher, means a lot.

    A boy in my class (who's quite a tough nut, always getting into scrapes) absolutely crumbled last Friday as he left. He was sobbing, saying how bad he felt that he'd not bought me anything to tell me how much he liked me. It wasn't his fault, or his parents (it's not an affluent area) and it didn't matter - as lovely (and appreciated) gifts are, his words meant far, far more.

    I'm sure this message will be something your son's teachers remember for a long time :)

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    1. I'm glad to hear that words mean just as much, it was all I could give. Good teachers are an underrated blessing xx

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