My former second and third grade student — now a 24-year-old woman — texted me this image along with a message:
I know this answer because of you.
As a teacher, this may sound a little self-serving, but if you have the chance to reach out to a former teacher and let them know how their teaching still lives within you, please do.
We wonder how the kids whom we loved like our own for a year and then left us forever are doing. We wonder whether they remember us as we remember them, and whether the year we spent with them helped them become the people they wanted to be.
We wonder more than you know.
Pick up the phone. Send an email or a text. Maybe even an old-fashioned letter. It will mean the world to a teacher who once meant the world to you and probably still does.
