He counted the number of sleeps that he had left to the big celebration party that his JK teacher had boasted about all month long. There were promises of movies and dances and the piece de la resistance, popcorn. Unfortunately, Chunky only made it long enough to hand out teacher appreciation gifts. He cried as he said goodbye to everyone before we headed to the ER to find out what was wrong with his foot. His teacher gave him a big reassuring squeeze, knelt down beside him and said:
“When you’re done being so brave at the hospital, there will be popcorn waiting for you.”
For the first time since the wee morning hours, his face lit up as bright, if not brighter than the lights in Vegas.
After numerous x-rays, a consultation, shifting from one room to the next, and pain medications later, it was 2pm when the NP approached us in the ER.
A growth plate fracture and possible ligament tear.
The NP started to fashion a splint that ran up to Chunky’s knee. “You’re pretty brave man. Not a single tear.”
“I have to get to school for Mrs. K’s popcorn.”
“Well I better hurry it up then.”
With only 45 minutes left of the school year, we made it to his school. His classmates pushed him to a table where a big bag of popcorn and three chocolate cupcakes were waiting. He turned towards me and Mrs. K and flashed us a tired yet very contented smile as he dug his hands in the very bag he’d been talking about all day.
I looked at his teacher and could barely get the words “thank you” out.
Teachers, are something special.
More specifically, Mrs. K is something special.
If you think about it, 25+ kids, multiply that by every single human emotion, and then multiply that to every second of the day, multiply that to the amount of sleep they got the night before, multiply that to the amount of spoonful’s of sugar in their cereal, multiply that to an ungodly amount of germs, multiply that to each speck of glitter stuck to all of the things, equals one heck of a challenge that teachers tackle every single day.
My hats off to you kindergarten teachers.
At the end of that year, we spoiled her with a gift card and something more personal…
This super easy and inexpensive DIY Toy Dinosaur Planter. (This is not a sponsored post. This is me being all F*ck Yes. I’m more awesome than Martha Stewart)
(I saw this on Pinterest last year and I cannot remember the exact site. I’m going with this one because I remember the dinosaur being pink or not).
This is seriously the easiest craft ever. If you’re going to let your munchkins help, you will need to do the bitch work…a.k.a cutting with sharp scissors…and the spray painting (however, that was awesome).
All you need:
- hollow plastic dinosaurs that can be picked up at the dollar store
- a good pair of scissors or a husband that can use a jigsaw cutter because…testosterone
- any coloured spray paint (we used Krylon paint for plastic)
- cardboard box or newspapers to cover your work surface (I highly suggest doing this outside)
- a small plant (succulents work best)
- potting dirt
1. Cut a hole using the scissors in the widest part of the dinosaur making it big enough to fit the plant.
2. Cover your work surface with cardboard or newspaper and spray paint the toy away. I applied a few coats since the dinosaurs had many nooks and crannies. If you’re going to do so, make sure that you allow enough time for coats to dry as the paint can get very tacky.
4. Plant away (this is the fun part for the munchkins).
Yes it is very cliché to say “Thanks for helping me grow”, but if I think about it, in the two years that Mrs. K taught him, he has learned so much about life outside of the house of Chunky.
They may not hear it often enough, but thank them for all that they do. It takes a special person to be a kindergarten teacher and to guide these little minds.
This year we thankfully have no breaks and Chunky will be able to take part in the entire day’s celebration. Along with a gift card to the liquor store (because we are classy), we made her another fun homemade gift. I’ll save that one for another day.
Depending on how lazy I am.
Do you get your child’s teacher at the end of the year?
What do you get them?
If you are a teacher, what are some of the best gifts you have received?