Many years ago, fourteen to be exact, I taught at a small private school. The clientele was a bit well-to-do and the teacher gifts were extravagant, in my opinion. Higher end jewelry, gift cards with amounts of $50 and more(!), and certificates to spas that I had never hoped of visiting were all graciously given and received. I’m grateful for all that was bestowed upon me but the best gift I received is still growing in my front yard—an azalea bush. The cheery bright pink flowers help welcome spring year after year and remind me of the wonderful children I had the privilege of working with for those two years.
This years I received a few gifts—the fewest ever. I hope it’s the economy and not a commentary on my teaching—much like you would leave a smaller tip for less than stellar service! One mom made me the most scrumptious banana bread ever. I wrote her a poem to thank her. Along with the Dunkin Donuts and Michaels gift cards, chocolates, candles, Mardi Gras beads, and impatiens plants were my absolute favorite gifts of all: letters of appreciation.