Thank You, Ms. Moselely and Ms. Hughey for being "The One" for Madison in Kindergarten and 1st Grade. I pray that all of her teachers are this good! You Were the One You were the one who made those tears on the first day of Kindergarten fade so quickly, as soon as Mom kissed me goodbye and placed my little hand in yours you whisked me away to a new world and soon my thoughts of missing Mom changed to all the things I couldn’t wait to tell her about my teacher and my new friends. You cared about me . . . and I learned! You were the one who somehow knew that moving was the scariest thing that had ever happened to me, but when I walked into the room, you had a place for me, a classmate who would guide me through the day, and an atmosphere that by the end of the day made me feel like moving was the best thing that ever happened to me. You were the one who got just as excited about my show and tell as I did. Not only did you let all the kids ooh and aaaah over my new ice-skates, but you actually bundled yourself up on that cold winter day when it wasn’t even your recess duty to watch me share my wobbly talent on the ice. You cared about me . . . and I learned! You were the one who was so concerned about not forgetting to give me my medicine that you kept it right by you as you snacked on your skittles, correcting papers, waiting for me only to realize later when you weren’t feeling well that you in fact hadn’t given me my medicine but had somehow eaten it with your candy! You cared about me . . . but I think the only thing we learned that day is there is a reason secretaries dispense medication! You were the one who knew that middle school was a really weird time for me. I looked hokey, talked goofy, lived in somewhat of a fog, and ached to just fit in. Through all that, you saw ME, a kid with talent and potential, and you somehow helped me see it, too. You were the one who knew that inevitably I was going to lose my permission slip. It didn’t matter if you duct taped it to my backpack or stapled it to my shirt . . . it would be lost by the time I got to my parent’s car. Thanks for seeing that I’m just a kid and you’re old and you have some of those same “moments” . . . lost keys, missing coffee cup, where did I put that paper my principal needed by yesterday? Instead of stripping away those field trips, you and my mom kept in touch so that I wouldn’t have to miss out on those moments. You cared about me . . . and I learned! You were the one who heard me talk incessantly for weeks about my upcoming birthday party and then you knew how heartbroken I was when my mom had to cancel it for lack of money. So you and I whipped up some homemade invites and during library you snuck to the store and bought cupcakes. Before we knew it over lunch recess the girls in our class were bringing in their trays and our classroom was quickly converted into party central. You were the one who would not accept my excuse that genetics was the reason I was so crummy at Math. You insisted that I had it in me and you took time out of the other things you needed to do in order to work with me until I too believed that I could do it! You cared about me . . . and I learned! You were the one who had your summers off, and yet you didn’t stop thinking about me. You took classes, went rummage sale shopping for great books, read teacher journals, and came to your hot muggy classroom weeks before school began just to make sure everything was in perfect order! You were the one who knew that just because I had it all together on the outside, didn’t mean I had it all together on the inside. You saw through what most people didn’t. You were the one who knew that rushing home to an empty house after school was not the best for me. You created jobs, helped me with my homework, and listened. As the years go on, you haven’t forgotten me. You write me letters and continue to inspire me to live a full life. You cared about me . . . and I learned! You were the one who wrapped your beautiful bald head in a turban or threw on that itchy wig. You put on your I’m doing great face and came to school as long as you could because you knew that I needed you in my life. You were the one who knew how important it was to have a biggest fan in the crowd! So you bundled up your own kids to come out to my game and cheer me on! You were the one who saw that my intellect was beyond most others including your own. You knew boredom and frustration would soon settle in if you allowed it, so you called in the experts to ensure that my needs were met and were valued as much as the kids who struggled. You cared about me . . . and I learned! You were the one who knew foster care was going to be a heartbreaking move for me. You also knew that I had many talents that were untapped, so you dusted off your old clarinet and gave it to me. Music heals! You were the one who saw me walking to school without a winter coat. Not only did you offer me a ride that day, but you continued to drive me every day. I appreciated the warmth of your car, but mostly I felt valued by the way you were able to get me thinking about my life, my future, and about who I would become in this world. You were the one who didn’t mind that it was my wheel chair that brought me on to the field—you didn’t mind that my arms wouldn’t throw or catch. What you saw in me was far beyond any athletic ability. You saw how much I loved the game, how important I would be to the team’s morale, and how a big smile and joyful squeal could be as good as a victory! You cared about me . . . and I learned! May this be another year, when the students in our classrooms leave with this on their hearts . . . You were the one, you cared about me, and I learned. ~Melessa Bosch August 2010
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 22:42:55 +0000
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