Many of my students do not have the childhood that I had long ago.
Some do not come home to two parents
nor do they come home to ones that drive them to soccer practice
or nag them to clean their room.
They might come home to McDonalds for dinner
or a screaming match between mom and her boyfriend.
Some don’t have a bedtime,
and some don’t have their own room.
As a teacher, I try to bring any kind of version of “normalcy”
and try to stick to any kind of promises I make.
I try to give them stability.
I am thankful today for my dad.
My amazing, generous, thoughtful father.
Who today, gave an hour of his time
just to read and bond with a few of my students
over a book about one of his all-time favorite baseball players.
He started a “Boys Book Club” that he’ll be hosting for a month
with four boys in my class.
I felt so proud listening to him tell them about
this legendary player, someone these boys had never heard of.
When Dad and I spoke prior to plan the book club meeting,
I was wagering it’d take about 15-20 minutes.
I was wrong.
Today my dad sat and read with these four boys for 40 minutes.
When they finished, I took the time to go and ask each one,
“How’d it go?”
My heart melted watching their faces turn to smiles
as they told me all the new things they learned
and what a great time they had.
I felt so proud.
That’s my dad!
How lucky I am to have a dad who’d want to come in
and spend time with my students.
Who’d want to come in and actually try to make an impact
teaching and sharing lessons of the world.
Thats my dad!
Today I’m thankful for Dad!