The Harris kiddos struggle with this big time! They are the inspiration of this open letter to all teacher’s kids out there!
Dear Teacher’s Kid,
I’m sorry! I am yours and only yours, but I am also the teacher-mom to my class as well. When I was called to be a teacher, it came with the understanding that sacrifices would have to be made. I’m sorry that some of those sacrifices are at your expense.
School Memories – There are many times that all I want to do is have class coverage so that I can stop and enjoy Mommy moments with you such as school parties, eating lunch with you, volunteering in your classroom, seeing you at school dances, and attending all of your field trips. While I will do my best to attend each and every one of these, it isn’t always possible. Know that even when I’m not there, I want to be. Don’t be sad or make me feel bad. Just know that when I do sneak away from my room to attend these with you, that you have my undivided attention.
Where’s the sleeping bag? – I know! I know! You eat breakfast at school, lunch, snack, and at times junk food to substitute for supper. Many afternoons, you would love to have a pillow so you could just lay down. My hours aren’t like other parent’s with 9-5 jobs. There are times when I leave work and bring home four bags of papers to grade or projects to work on. It’s hard to get it all done for my students. I’m sorry that you feel like school is your primary home (since we spend more time there during the week). I promise that the time working at school is much needed for my students and I will try to do a better job of managing my work time so we can spend more time at home.
Homework Stress – I’m sorry for being so short tempered with you when you are working on your homework. After a long day of working with students that struggle, it is sometimes hard to help you and not overanalyze your every response and answer. I just don’t want to see you struggle like students in my class. When you miss a word as you are reading to me, I sometimes see my students instead of my own child. I will try to do better when explaining the pronunciation or meaning of the word to you, without sounding like your teacher. I am your mom and not your teacher.
I’m here! – Even though it is really hard to be the child of a teacher, remember that I am always here for YOU. You can come to me no matter what you need, anytime of the day. If you just need a hug, reassurance, ice cream money, or a kiss for a scrapped knee from recess, I am here and just a few doors or hallways away. It is much easier to find me than it is for other students. I promise that I will never roll my eyes when I see you knocking at my door. You brighten up my day with your visits and my students love seeing us interact.
Your Mom AKA Teacher
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