Not the type of school letter you normally see

Dear School That My Son Attends

I don’t suppose you have received many love letters before, even on Valentine’s Day Cupid doesn’t shoot many arrows into the heart of a school, so don’t be alarmed. There are just a few things I need to tell you from my heart.  I know it’s quite nerdy, and some would say sycophantic, to write a letter to your school and even though I am a bit of a nerd and I have been known to suck up to the right people from time to time, this letter is born neither from my position as nerd nor from my brown nose. This letter is born from sheer and complete happiness.

Last night I attended my son’s first high-school parent teacher interview. It wasn’t a completely foreign experience because, as you know, the primary and high schools are connected and so everything was very familiar. I fact that is one of the things I love about you – the relaxed familiarity you bring to all our dealings.

My experience last night was undoubtedly buoyed by the fact that everyone I spoke to about my son said things that I wanted to hear, I won’t pretend it didn’t add to my loved up feeling. But there was more to it…

Let me preface this, dear school, by reminding you that I am a teacher by profession. I am also quite difficult to please and I think my son is the most important human being in MY life (maybe not yours, in fact definitely not yours – he is one of many very important boys and girls in your life). I pay you a lot of money – I expect a lot in return.

And you deliver.

How different last night was from my day as a student and even as a teacher is like trying to compare a star to a grain of sand.

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But it wasn’t just that, it wasn’t even the teachers who don’t even teach my child but who rushed to greet me and asked after my holiday or the parents and staff that spoke to Little Pencil with genuine delight. The fact that there was tea and coffee wasn’t even what clinched the deal.

What I loved was speaking to your teachers. From Maths to English, from Science to History and every subject in between your teachers swept me off my feet with their understanding of my child and the apparent love that they have for teaching him.  The way they connected with him, the methods they use to teach, their understanding of 13-year-old boys is phenomenal but what really spoke to me is how involved they make him in the learning process. The old fashioned structure of the child sitting at the foot of the teacher and taking in their every word is not even given a nod in your classrooms, here your teachers listen to what the kids have to say, they learn and develop together, every subject a journey not a destination.  I love that it’s not all about facts, that opinion is fostered and sharing of ideas is promoted.

I know why my son has a skip in his step every time he enters your doors, I know why he comes home from school with a smile on his face, I know that he’s happy and I can see why.

Thank  you school, thanks to your principal, your teachers and every other member of your staff. I am glad we found each other.

Love Lana

PS Even though I do love you I still think you can cut down on the number of emails you send me…