Tomorrow is the last day of school and I am realizing, for the first time from the parenting perspective, just how heartbreaking it can be. I remember crying buckets of tears at the end of the school year when I was a kid. I fell in love with my teachers and being cut free in June was hard. (This might be a girl thing. Over dinner tonight we were discussing elementary school teachers from our past and I can remember the name and face and personality of all of my teachers. Jim can not name a single teacher from his past. Not one.) Now I am on the parent side and I still don’t want to let go. Pia’s teacher is every shade of wonderful. I want her to be Pia’s teacher forever.
Alas. That wish is not to be. Instead I funneled that wish energy into making her something heartfelt as an end-of-the-year gift. I asked Pia to draw some pictures for her teacher. She drew flowers, a bird, and a butterfly. I also had her draw a heart and write her name. Then I traced the drawings on to a piece of osnaburg fabric and I embroidered the drawings. Osnaburg is my new favorite fabric, thanks to the recommendation from my mom. Such fun. I then sewed the embroidered fabric into a bag, lined it with felt and made an interior perimeter of pockets. I am smitten with the results. Maybe because the drawings are Pia’s. I think I need to make one for myself.
I am going to fill the interior pockets with little things from the fair trade store: a journal, a chocolate bar, an owl paper clip. Of course, all this pales in comparison to how much gratitude I have for her teacher. Which is why tomorrow I will be, once again, crying buckets.