Last week, as I was standing on afternoon car duty,
A 2nd grader
stopped and said,
“I have something for you, Ms. Deaton,
For being the best music
teacher ever.”
She then fumbled through her
bookbag and produced a Pokémon card.
Afterward, she mumbled
something about someone being mad at her or
Her being mad at someone and
How they didn’t deserve
something and
Then she walked away.
I have no idea what she was
saying.
I have three observations on
this event, though:
1)
I’m
the only music teacher she’s ever had, so I hope I’m the best one 😊. I also hope I deserve the
title of best music teacher ever, not because I think I AM the best, but
because I try to do my job well and to love all of my students…even the ones
who push boundaries and try patience—which, quite honestly, is this girl.
2)
I
have a feeling that I got a present that day not because she had planned to
give ME a present but because the intended recipient of said gift had made her
mad. Sometimes, the best gifts are unplanned, spontaneous ones. And sometimes
what may have been intended for one purpose is better served as another.
3)
I
have no interest in Pokémon cards and don’t really understand them. But the
card she gave me was absolutely perfect: DD Warrior Lady. If I’m going to own a
Pokémon card, then this is the one I want to own. Deanna Deaton Strong Fighter
Trooper Woman.
So thank you, dear second
grade student who impulsively gave me DD Warrior Lady.
Your gift encouraged and challenged
me to be
A better version of myself.
A teacher—
A warrior—
A woman ready for battle…
And every day in the
classroom IS a battle.
Amen.
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