Because a Teacher Cared
The only complication was my mother needing to finish her contract. She rented a small apartment in town where she taught and my brother attended high school. I would have to change schools from the country school where I was attending, finish the year in a new school and then go to another new school the following year.
That is when my teacher stepped in. She lived in town and offered to pick me up every day on her way to the country school. For probably two months she listened to my chatter all the way to school and back home again. I was in heaven! I am sure she missed the time to get her head together on the way to school and her quiet ride on the way back home. What a marvelous gift she gave me. We kept in touch for many years, but eventually lost contact during one of my many moves.
For over thirty years while training future teachers, this story was embedded in my first lecture. Now, understanding my challenges during those elementary years, I fully appreciate the gift of friendship this teacher gave me. I was that kid who always wanted and needed to have the teacher’s attention. While delightful and bright, my need for attention must have been taxing. She filled me up to overflowing and sent me off to the next school believing teachers would take care of me and help me to survive.