For a few minutes, delve into the past with me. Come with me into the 3rd grade classroom…
There she was, with a bright beautiful smile, blueish green eyes and the warmest personality I had seen. Modestly dressed and with no trace of makeup, she was a new teacher for this school. Instantly, I took a deep breath and knew this year would be a great one for my soft, gentle, and timid son. She got down to his level, welcomed him and gave him a hug. I watched everything standing outside the door. He looked back at me and gave me a smile. That was when I knew he will be alright. She came towards us with an inviting smile on her face. She introduced herself and told me, “Don’t worry, go have some coffee. He is safe with me.” With tears, I turned back to walk towards the car. Tears of happiness that my boy was well taken care of.
A month into the school year, I could see my boy seemed more comfortable in himself, almost like he was standing taller than usual. One day, I walked up to pick him up and he was all smiles and told me he played basketball that day, which was very new to him. December came, and we were surprised that he was a born stage performer. She gave him the main lead role, and he blew everyone’s socks off.
Months flew by and my little boy was growing into a confident young man and he was not as shy as before. She had taught him that he was special, and in a good way. Every now and then, she would write to us or talk to us in person about what a wonderful boy he was. She took care of him. The year flew by, and I got more and more nervous. Then it was May, our last month with her. My boy decided to paint a mug for her and give a gift basket filled with everything she loved. This was a first. He chose everything that was in it and gave it to her. She was filled with gratitude and said, “The gifts of food are gifts from the heart.”
I still remember the last day of school, rolling tears and hugs. Now, the tears had a different meaning. Would my son ever have an experience like this again? I prayed and hoped that there would be another Mrs. A to help him out. I realized later that I didn’t need to. After all, he learnt a lot that year. She taught him for life. She made him realize that he needs to stand up, talk, and own what is his. It was not just for that one year; she gifted him the life of confidence and a life of lifting your chin an inch higher. You are wonderful, you have to believe in yourself first, she always said.
Later, we became best friends and my son looks up to her and loves her from the moon and back. She is a beautiful person inside and out. I attribute a lot of what my baby boy (15 now) is now to Mrs. A. She might be oceans and miles away, but our hearts fill with gratitude at the thought of her.
A tradition of edible gifts started with her. We love our Mrs. A.
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Few Links of Cookies and Pancakes in a jar.
What you Need to make the Basket:
A basket, shallow or deep one
A beautiful napkin, dish towel.
Nuts, bottle, chocolates, a glass for the cocktail.
For fillers- some cut up paper or any kind of filler you have on hand.
Add the fillers, top with napkin, hanging out a little. Put all the other gifts and you can wrap with a celophane and wrap with a decorative ribbon.
Thank you all so much for all the kind words always and hope you all are having a wonderful week. I know this was not a recipe post but wanted to post it for anyone looking for ideas for teachers, colleagues or friends.