No each move meant a severing of relationships and a new beginning.
Standing at the door
looking in at a new sea of faces
listening to the teacher go on about our ‘new student’.
How I longed to simply slip quietly into the classroom
find my desk
and hide in my books.
While my heart tried to recover from all the changes
I looked out for stability and security.
But knowing how quickly you can lose it all
kept me guarded and hanging on the fringes.
But there was one teacher who seemed to be able to read my lonely eyes
and knew what to do.
Her name was Miss Simon.
I was in third grade. Living in Saugerties, New York.
That year I was able to start the school year with all the others.
My brother and I walked the slate sidewalks until we got to the big school.
He went his way
and I was left to go mine.
The building where my class was held was separate from the rest of the school.
A brick building. I remember climbing those steps
heart in throat
But as I entered the classroom I could sense something different.
There was a comfortable buzz of activity.
I scanned the room and noticed a few students in a group.
in the center I saw a tall lady with blond hair.
She looked at me and began coming my way.
“So you are Sharon. We are going to have a wonderful year.”
In that instance I loved her.
All the kids did.
We did more than learn from our texts.
We worked together on plays,
and musical programs.
All the while we interacted with each other
and became close.
Sitting at my desk in third grade
I watched my teacher waltz from one student to another
That’s what I want to do one day, I remember thinking.
One who will open up doors of adventures for all her students and help everyone
to feel like they belong.
Although we moved again in May
I never forgot Miss Simon.
She was a one of a kind.
And the day I began my own teaching career,
I wanted her to know.
You see, it takes so little
to leave a lasting impression on someone’s life.
Just a smile,
a touch of care
an understanding heart.
So as you journey through life
be His touch wherever you go. Spread the joy.
You might never know what a huge difference you make in another’s life.
But they’ll know
and that’s all that matters.
Sharon, you have lived out this advice–you are His touch, spreading the joy. You’ve certainly made a difference in my own life. Love you!
Thank you for your kind words!!!