Just wanted to say (during teacher appreciation week), that each of you is very appreciated.  It takes a special person to be a teacher and to shape the minds of your youth.

THANKS!

Here is the poem that I sent to my sons teacher today along with a hardcover book and homemade bookmark for her class.

Partners

I dreamed I stood in a studio,
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a child's mind,
And they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher; the tools used,
Were books and music and art.
One, a parent with guiding hands,
A gentle and loving heart.

Day after day the teacher toiled,
With a touch both deft and skilled.
The parent labored side by side,
And all the values filled.

And when at last their task was done,
They looked at what they'd wrought.
The beautiful shape of the precious child,
Could neither be sold nor bought.

Awww... that is one of the sweetest poems I've ever read. Thank you from a Baltimore City Math teacher :)

Thank you. Its great to see pick-me-ups like this :)