Today I returned to work at school, after taking a few days off following the passing of my mom on Tuesday night. This afternoon, one of the fifth graders gave me a handmade card, which many of the fifth graders had signed.
Pretty nice thing to do. And kind of funny, also. Here are a few of their thoughts:
Mr. Miller – I feel so, so, so, well you get the idea, sorry.
Dear Mr. Miller – Soon you will be OK (a big smiley face was drawn next to this one).
Dear Mr. Miller – I’m sorry about your mom. Here are some stickers.
And finally…
Dear Mr. Miller – I’m sorry that your mom die. You are the best music teacher ever.
I like that last one, because I think the “best music teacher ever” thing is supposed to make up for the “mom die” thing. So over the next few weeks and months when I’m having a bad day, or maybe next week at the funeral, I can say to myself, “You know, this is kind of a hard thing. However, I can take comfort in the fact that I am, after all, the best music teacher ever. So there’s that.”
***Note to any of my readers who are overly-sensitive (and you know who you are)… Some things, no matter when they occur, are just funny. And my mom would probably be laughing at this.
