It is the end of the school year. David's first year of "Big Boy School."
On the very first nervous day of school, a shy wide-eyed boy boy asked David, "Can I be your friend?" It was the cutest thing ever. David and Kush are still best buds.
Also on that very first day, two nervous parents met Mrs. Dake, David's very first teacher. It was now upon her shoulders to introduce this whole new concept; this whole new thing called School and an Education to a booger picking, bologna eating, pajama loving, little boy with cowlicks and make him like being in school for the next 18 years of his life... Basically, we felt David's whole success in life, hinged on her.... No pressure, right?!
Fast forward to this past Thursday.... The last full day of school....
David is seated in front of his class, sitting in Mrs. Dake's big oversized rocking chair, his class and teacher are seated on the floor below him... an oversized Dadman is sitting in a tiny kindergarten chair in the back of the class... silently watching, silently admiring, silently getting that lump in the throat, as David is reading a book to his class.... reading the page, then holding the book for all to see... something as simple as that.... what is that feeling I'm feeling? What is that feeling I have lodged in my throat? How can something as simple as that make a grown man sniffle?
Obviously, there is no way to wrap up an entire school year into a few appreciative paragraphs.
But as I watched the kids around Mrs. Dake... And as I watched Mrs. Dake around the kids... It wasn't about addition or subtraction, or homework, or the lesson plans... David was very lucky to have Mrs. Dake and everything she is as a person, as his teacher.
As his Very First Teacher Ever.
He's off to a pretty good start.
