I don’t know you. I mean, I don’t really know you.
I have learned, by watching your example, that it is possible to be so passionate about helping children that you sacrifice personal gain.
I handed over my future to you. Three different times, I cried as I placed a defenseless creature into your care, got into my car, and returned to work.
I bawled even harder when the time came to move them from your house to preschool.
I witnessed your influence on my children as they began to rattle off their ABCs, color within the lines, and sing hymns of praise.
I am in awe that you are as proud of their Christmas program performances as I am.
I give praise that you teach them about God and how to love their friends and enemies.
I am grateful that you allow me to interrupt you at any moment of the day to check on how my children are doing, as if they are the most important people on the planet.
I ask for forgiveness for rarely reading the newsletters, study guides, and graded assignments you send home.
I thank you for recognizing strengths in my children and for pushing them to maximize their potential.
I thank you for organizing every PTA meeting, classroom party, and fundraiser.
I thank you for being willing to not only prepare my children for the real world, but also to protect them from it.
I thank you through my writing because it’s the best way I can express my heartfelt gratitude.
I thank you on behalf of every child whose voice is silenced.
I thank you for doing a thankless job.