My children had a tornado drill at school on Friday. According to Youngest's teacher, it was "traumatic."
Apparently, the mere word "drill" totally freaks out Youngest and one other little boy in class. So a loud fire drill is hugely traumatic, but even a quiet "just walk into the hall and assume the position" tornado drill causes all kinds of wailing and nashing of the teeth on the part of Youngest.
So Friday was a tornado drill and Youngest was so distraught that the Executive Director of the whole place took pity on her and sat down behind her while she was in "tornado position," rubbing her back and trying to calm her.
Youngest (2) was so appreciative that when she went back into her classroom, she asked her teacher if she could "write a letter" to the Director. So she scibbled blue marker all over a paper and then the teacher wrote this letter, as dictated by Youngest:
Dear Name of Director:
I really liked it when you rubbed my back during the tomato drill. You made me feel very safe today.
Melts a mommy's heart, doesn't it?
If you have kids, have you ever been at school on a drill day? When I am, it brings me to tears, watching the reality of our trust in the place we take our children every day. We don't just trust them to educate, we trust them with their very lives in case of emergency. To see how seriously they take this charge is overwhelming to me from the parent perspective. And to think about "what if the real thing" did occur, how important all of these Drill Days would become is just mind-boggling.
So today is Teacher Appreciation Day at their school. And I will thank them here (and there) for teaching our children many life skills, not just academics. I am blessed this year that all of my children's teachers view their job as more than a job, but a true calling to help each and every child reach their full potential and I am grateful to their dedication and selflessness.
Thank you, Teachers.