School is starting up again all over the country. My Facebook friends who have kids all have status updates that sound very alike – some variation on “hoping my child has a good teacher and a good year”. As a teacher, I certainly realize how important a good teacher is. But, not being a parent myself, I don’t think I had ever thought about this from a parent’s perspective. Until recently. And whoa, the magnitude of this hit me this week.
I look at parents everywhere sending their precious child or children off to school, trusting that they will be in good hands. Trusting that they will learn a lot, grow a lot, make new friends, and have a teacher who cares for them. The lucky ones will have a wonderful year with a teacher who loves them and loves teaching. But what about the unlucky ones? How much damage does it do to a child who thinks every day, “my teacher doesn’t like me.” ? My guess is a lot.
Talking to a friend today, she shared how her grandson was so excited because he had a teacher he liked – and who he felt liked him. Last year was a rough year for him – he came home often saying “my teacher doesn’t like me”. Why would he follow directions or try his best to learn new things? I sure wouldn’t – especially not for someone who I knew didn’t like me. What a difference for this child after only a few days of school. Feeling that his teacher likes him made all the difference. Who knows how far this child will go this year? And kudos to that teacher who took the time to find out more about that child, have a conversation with that child and parents, and send the message that, “yes, I like you and I believe in you.”
As I begin this new year, I want to make sure that every child who enters our room feels loved, respected and special. I feel like I owe it to the parents who trust me with their children – and to myself. After all, isn’t that why I went into teaching?



