A Humble Gift For Your Love

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It is the last day of the school year and I stand empty-handed with no gift to give you.It isn't that I haven' t tried to think of something thoughtful and kind. .（http://www.linksukstore.com/） . quite to the contrary. For months, I have combed catalogs, browsed specialty shops and department stores, inquired of novelty shops, and even searched the Internet only to realize that no bauble or trinket or card could measure up to the feelings of a mother' s grateful heart and a teacher s loving dedication.How I wish a colorful bundle of fresh wildflowers could reflect the beauty of your way with children — the constant patience and nurturing, the gentle encouragement. A keepsake? basket laden with soothing? soaps and bath oils would eventually serve only as a common gift were its sturdy?, woven walls not filled to overflowing with examples of the individual ways you have touched the lives of your students.Jewelry would surely be nice, but what can I afford that would not soon tarnish or grow quickly out of style? You deserve the gems? of royalty for your perseverance and creativity, your devotion and talent. ...
... During the past year, I have given you many small gifts, mostly intangible? ones.At the moment the first school bell rang last August, I placed in you my trust, believing you would teach my child and reserve respect for me as a parent. I added to that my constant and fervent prayers that you would be objective and fair with the ability to set limitation while offering my child a chance to learn self-control and to soar a bit in the process. I sincerely petitioned that your classroom would be a safe haven? for my child to grow and learn, lending itself to the crazy, yet somehow perfect, mixture of self-discipline and controlled instruction. I prayed for your health and your happiness, and your ability to be supplied with the tools necessary to complete your task as teacher and educator and mentor. I offered you my time as often as I could, and my support for your endeavors. The B.C., as we call it for short, gives us an opportunity to privately talk to our peers about anything on their minds and in their hearts. Our motto: We care but we don't cure. Members from the previous year, teachers, and counselors select students for the Breakfast Club. The club is a diverse group including Asians, blacks, whites, athletes, musicians, and students with all levels of academic achievement. The criteria for belonging to the group is to be a good listener, be able to brainstorm? ideas, and not give advice! We barely knew one another in the beginning, but we became fast? friends after all the training and experiences we went through.The call led me to a one-on-one? meeting with the girl who had asked me down to the office. It seems that she had found her friend cutting her wrists. I called the counselor into the room because it' s important to have an adult involved when a life is in danger, and she took the student out of her classroom.Occasionally, I even offered you a challenge when I spoke my mind, sometimes standing firm, sometimes backing down with a renewed assurance or a "wait and see attitude!I wish with all my heart I could put a delicate ribbon on a gaily wrapped package and give you a "something" to express my appreciation and affection , but I have nothing to give you that surpass the most precious gift I have ever had to offer and which you already so graciously accepted months ago — the one you have held close to your scolded, encouraged and molded — my child!And today, as my child returns to my side for the summer, the gift I humbly give to youis found deep within my heart. I give to you my thanks.（http://www.linksukstore.com/chains-c-189.html）