It was during a parent-teacher interview last year that it really struck me how much my son’s primary school teachers really loved him. They weren’t annoyed by him, burdened by him, tired of teaching, they really and truly loved him.
We were discussing Philip and his unique talents and gifts when one of his two teachers actually got tears in her eyes, at the exact same time as tears sprung into mine. She had such affection for his little achievements that it really moved her, and that moved me.
Primary school teachers really are some of the most amazing people your children will ever be exposed to.
I still remember three of my primary school teacher’s vividly – Ms Morrow, Mrs Pepper and Mr Cameron. Ms Morrow taught me what divorce is. I had her in Years 1 and 2. She was the softest, gentlest teacher I had ever had and I worshipped her.
“Mum, my new teacher is called Ms Morrow, not Mrs Morrow. Why?”
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“It means she’s divorced. She was married but they decided not to stay together.”
Mrs Pepper was the first one to comment on my voice. I had her in Year 3 and it was my turn to read from the book and after I was done she said, “You know Josephine, you have a really good voice. Have you ever considered being a teacher? Think about it.”
Well I did think about it. I decided to become a radio announcer instead and did that for almost twenty years, while teaching scripture in schools on the side for fun.