The following was originally posted on Facebook by Marcia Boatright, a proud public school teacher from North Florida. It has been reposted here with her permission.
Recently, I’ve seen multiple blog posts about what NOT to get your child’s teacher for Christmas. (I get that everyone who has a blog thinks they are the expert at whatever they’re blogging about at the moment…also, I get that they want me to click on any affiliate links in their expert blog post because they get a little money for my purchase). But not every teacher hates the things you’re telling the parents not to get.
I may not still have every single gift I’ve received from a child since 1992, but I definitely have a memory of every child who selflessly gave me a gift. However, it’s a fact that I do still have many gifts I’ve received over the years. I still have my very first “My Favorite Teacher” ornament, and I still hang it on my tree each year. When I’m very old and can’t remember the giver’s name, all I’ll need to do is look at the back of it and be reminded of what a precious child she was. I have a box full of yellowed and dusty things, all from students who loved me enough to give me something, and every few years, I go through it and remember each one with special thoughts.
I love apple stuff. And cheap hand lotions. And coffee mugs. And ornaments.To be honest, that gift that you saw on Pinterest and spent way too much time and money duplicating means less than the little Dollar-Tree-handmade-regifted-brooch-that-your-child-took-from-your-jewelry-box when you weren’t looking. I love it more because of the spirit in which it was given, not because mom read a blog post about what teachers really want for Christmas.
You know what teachers really want for Christmas? We want kids who aren’t hungry. Kids who have shoes that fit. We desperately want world peace. We wish for kids to have grown-ups in their lives who act like grown ups. We want every kid to have a best friend. We want every kid to have someone to count on. We want happy children in our classrooms. We want hopeful children in our classrooms. If they come with an ornament or a cheap bottle of hand lotion, that’s even better.
Don’t worry about the gift, parents. Worry about the giver and whether they truly understand the giving part. It’s then that we all win.
I’ve already gotten my gift…I get to spend my days with amazing children.
Today, on the last day of school before Christmas, I received among my gifts, a bottle of hand soap, a Diet Coke, some Cheetos, a picture painstakingly colored by a student (using only my three favorite colors), a cookie left over from a child’s lunch, a few hugs, a lot of fist bumps, and immeasurable joy brought on by the gift that is my students.
After 26 years of receiving gifts from 4th graders to 8th graders, I can honestly say that there is no better gift than the one that was chosen by the child especially for me…no matter what it is. (But, if you’re missing any jewelry, it won’t hurt to check with me, just in case I have it.)
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