We know how it feels to send your child off to school for the first time. Here is a poem you might like to read...
I know you're rather busy. First day back, there's just no time
A whole new class of little ones. And this one here is mine
I'm sure you have things covered. And have done this lots before
But my boy is very little. He hasn't long turned four
In his uniform this morning. He looked so tall and steady
But now beside your great big school. I’m not quite sure he’s ready
Do you help them eat their lunch? Are you quick to soothe their fears?
And if he falls and hurts his knee. Will someone dry his tears?
And what if no-one plays with him? What if someone’s mean?
What if two kids have a fight, And he’s caught in between?
You’re right, I have to leave now. It’s time for him to go
I’m sure he’ll learn so much from you. Things that I don’t know
Yes, I’m sure they settle quickly...That he’s fine now without me
I know he has to go to school. It’s just so fast, you see
It seems like just a blink ago. I first held him in my arms
It’s been my job to love, to teach. To keep him safe from harm
So, when I wave goodbye in a moment. And he turns to walk inside
Forgive me if I crumple into tears of loss and pride
I know as I give him one more kiss...And watch him walk away,
That he’ll never again be wholly mine...As he was before today.
Teacher's response to parent:
I understand that you are scared to wave your child goodbye
and leave him in a teacher’s hands...don’t worry if you cry!
I’m used to weeping parents. It’s hard to leave I know.
But it’s time to share him (just a bit). To help him learn and grow.
Let me reassure you...That I’ll give your child my best
I’ll wipe his tears, soothe his fears ...And change his dirty vest!
If your darling child is full of cold, I’ll blow their nose all day
Just like you, I’ll care for them in a special way.
I’ll treat him like I would my own. I’ll catch him from a fall and
If there is ANY problem, I’ll be sure to tell you all.
It’s true he’ll grow to love us. They’ll talk of school a lot
It doesn’t mean they hate you, And that you should lose the plot!
I’ll tell you a secret..That when your child is here
They talk to me as much of you, Of this please have no fear.
You’ll always be their mother, Whilst teachers come and go
To them you are their number one...This I truly know.
Soon you’ll see some changes In your little girl or boy
They’ll become more independent And to see this, it’s a joy!
I’ll teach them all I have to give...To share, climb and to write
But to you they safely will return, To tuck them in at night.
With love from the teacher…