To the teacher soon to lead my child’s class,
Can you see how nervous we are as we drop our kids off at school for the first time this year?
Can you feel the anxiety in the air? Whether it’s our little guy’s first day or we are back for another year having just survived the holidays we all feel the same.
There are things we want you to know, things we so desperately want to tell you as we catch your eye in the school line and exchange pleasantries about the recent stifling heat.
We want to latch onto you and tell you oh, such important, necessary facts. We need you to know them about our child before the school year starts.
I want to tell you how my son chews his collar when he is worried about what’s ahead, that if you see him tugging at the frayed edges of his shirt and placing it to his mouth it’s because he needs reassurance about what he is about to do.
I want to tell you about how he touches his fingers together lightly in anticipation when he is excited and bounces slightly on his toes.
I want to tell you to calm him you need to hold his hand gently and squeeze and mutter over and over again about how he will be okay. That when he stands to talk he won’t meet your eye but not because he is rude, just shy and unsure.
I want you to know that he loves to draw, that the googly-eyed square things on the page aren’t monsters but aliens and that they live on a land named ZED and eat purple seaweed.