At my triplets’ 4th birthday party, our middle triplet got a tummy ache. She was standing in the middle of our living room when she got “the look.” It was all coming up. As she began to throw up, her preschool teacher flew across the room (seriously, I think she had a superhero cape on) and actually caught my daughters vomit in her hands.
“Um, did you just catch my daughter’s vomit?”
“Yes, what was I else was I supposed to do?”
She then spent the next few minutes helping me clean up what made its way to the floor and what made its way on to my daughter.
That was my first experience with one of my children’s teachers going way beyond their job description. It wasn’t my last and I can bet that there will be many more.
A few weeks ago two of my teenaged daughter’s teachers picked her up at our house and took her to lunch just so that they could spend time with her. It’s their summer break for crying out loud! They actually chose to spend their time off with a student, a student who hasn’t been in their class in 4 years. They were simply reminding her how much she is loved.
Dedication above and beyond.
When the triplets were in 1st grade, our autistic daughter was going to have a substitute for the day and it made me panic. I told the P.E. teacher how worried I was that Justin was going to have a hard day. Around lunchtime, I received a text from her that read, “Just checked on Justin and she is all good!”
This woman was in the middle of her workday but stopped to make sure my daughter was okay and to send me a word of comfort.
I was in the middle of getting my tires changed at the worst place on earth and my blood was already boiling. When my phone rang and I saw that it was my daughter’s teacher my heart sank. She calmly explained to me that my autistic daughter was having an epic meltdown in the hallway at school. She said that she had never seen my daughter this way. She went on to tell me that the principal came out of his office, sat down next to Justin and asked her if she needed a hug. This wonderful man sat on the floor with my daughter and hugged her until she was okay.
During another meltdown in her classroom, Justin’s teacher got on the floor with her, wrapped her arms around her and sweetly talked her down. The entire time this was going on she had 20 other students in the room to contain but that did not prevent her from comforting my child. She managed to continue to teach and focus on all of the students in her class and still make sure the singled out little girl felt safe.
Every year in April I have a Stella & Dot fundraiser to benefit our local autism foundation. These women are the first ones to show up and the last ones to leave. They all bring their checkbooks and do not hesitate to spend their extremely hard-earned dollars to help this cause that is so dear to our family. I think we all know that they are not paid enough and I can assume that they are on a budget but that never stops them on this day. I then see the beautiful autism bracelet adorn each of their wrists for the rest of the year.
Justin’s first year in school her principal, teacher, and special education teacher made a trip to our house after school hours. They brought cookies and a book. They wanted Justin to see them as people outside of the school and wanted Justin to be able to show them her world at home. I mean really, who does that?
I don’t know if my family has just been blessed with the best teachers in the entire world or if all teachers stretch themselves far beyond what is expected.
Every one of their teachers past and present is included in our prayers. My children are in love with these angels in their lives.
Myleigh cried all night the day her teacher went into labor because she was so worried about her and her baby.
Myleigh tells us all the time that her teacher can’t stop smiling and how much she loves her because of it.
Stiles’s 5th-grade teacher still has a framed picture of her in her classroom and Stiles has the same one framed in her room. Stiles is now in 9th grade.
Bella’s teacher honored her at a PTA meeting for being an outstanding student in the community.
These women are paid to teach my children academics. They are paid to administer tests. They are paid to teach reading, writing, history, and whatever else goes on at school that I don’t have the ability to teach at home.
They are not paid to show up at my house and spend their hard-earned money on jewelry to show support to my autistic daughter.
They are not paid to catch my daughter’s vomit in their hands.
They are not paid to sacrifice one of their summer days to take my teenager to lunch and show her unending support.
They are not paid to sit on the floor and rock my child during a meltdown.
They are not paid to create amazing special education tools for me to take home in an effort to make my daughter’s life easier.
They are not paid to show up to a snow cone place late at night with their family to support my daughters homeless ministry.
I don’t think teachers know what they’re doing.
They don’t know that they are building the confidence of my teenager as she enters the dreaded high school years.
They don’t know that they are showing my family what it means for a community to gather together and support each other.
They don’t know that they are loving on a child so much that she lays in bed at night and cries because her heart is so entwined with her teachers.
They don’t know that there’s a little girl out there determined to name her son William because that’s what her favorite teacher did.
They don’t know that a little girl cries out their name to her parents when she is scared and needs to be comforted.
I don’t think teachers know what they’re doing.
My family is in the process of moving to our new home. I took all of the pictures off of the triplets walls and left them bare. This morning I went in to wake them and found a picture of Justin and her teacher stuck to the wall where the other pictures used to hang. I told her that we were packing and that we had to take stuff off of the walls. She replied, “I know, but that’s me and Miss Cooper.”
The picture will be the last thing to leave our old home and make its way to our new one.
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