Thank you. Two simple words that can carry so much weight and yet when they are missing, they can leave such a hole. I saw both sides this weekend.
My husband and I spent an evening and morning hosting a relative and babysitting her daughter. We thoroughly enjoyed our time with this little one and love that we are asked to step in from time to time to help out. We made grilled cheese together, with a 4 year old, played with the puppy, and read bedtime stories while mom got a free night out with friends. We made breakfast for all the next morning and shared great conversation over The New York Times and even had time for some babydoll play and walk with the dogs around the block. After they left, I asked my husband if any Thank Yous were doled out. Not to him, and not to me. It left us both feeling a little empty and slightly more hesitant to step up next time.
And then late Sunday evening, a parent of a former student emailed my teacher partner and me. Their child had just been recognized on the honor roll in middle school. He struggled in 5th grade while needing extra support but made up his mind early that year that he didn’t want the support. He worked so hard all year, especially with his organization and independence in homework. The email thanked us, and all the teachers who worked with their child, for working with their son to give him the confidence to believe in his abilities. It left both of us feeling full and anxious to get back to school to do what we enjoy.
Two little words.