A letter to his teacher – I wish you could see him now

This is a repost from Chaotic Shapes. Please watch the video.

http://chaoticshapes.com/2019/03/21/shared-video-1/

School is not a measure of a persons success.

The grades a child receives in school does not define the child or his journey into adult hood, their passion does,.

Follow your heart, your instinct and trust.

As in this video these parents are told that their child is not very bright. I had the same experience when my son was in grade 3. Aged approximately seven or eight years old. The teacher said to his father and myself, just face it, the facts are your son is not very bright and he will struggle in life. I was shocked. She categorized my son at the age of eight years old. She made an opinion of my son and classified him as having no future. She defined him by his grades and made the decision that this was how he would perform in life. (A struggle) Thank God that we did not believe in her thoughts or her unvalidated opinion on our son. I feel sad at the thought of how many children’s lives she may have impacted on.

I felt let down by the system and the system did let my son and us down.

We took him to another school. They ( the teachers) believed in him.

As it turns out the classroom was not the best learning platform for him. Life and experience was. He is successful, he is intelligent, he is wise, he can recite facts that blow his audience away, he is funny, hilarious in fact. He is kind, compassionate, he is a hard worker and he is highly respected by his employer, his work colleagues, his peers and friends. He is passionate about life and is following his passion, he is making his mark on the world. He is amazing.

He is my son and I am proud.

I still remember that teacher.

A letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You probably wouldn’t remember my family. I personally have never forgotten you. My beautiful son would not remember you either I am happy to say because we did not allow you to impact on his life.

Thirteen years ago you defined my son. An 8 year old who you blatantly classified as not very smart. I do not know if you were having a bad day, or that is your thoughts on children who learn through different processes, but, shame on your intolerance.

We all have different strengths and weakness, your own weakness did present itself very loudly that day.

However I do hope you found your way to kinder teaching methods, empathy and tolerance.

As it turns out you did us a favor, we removed our son from that school, where he went on to learn in healthier environment where he thrived and became the confident, capable young man he is today. You never took his power or ours.

If by some small chance you read this, I wish, I wish you could see him today.

Furthermore, I would like to say to you “I hope you found peace of mind and heart in your world”

Kind regards

A Proud Mum

#fowc

Published by Janette Bendle

I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives.

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