love letter to my darling (x17)
Dear darling (x17),
I know its difficult at times, to comprehend and understand how I behave around all of you.
I laugh with you, laugh at you, make you face the wall, banish you to countless time-out moments; but at the end of the day, still offer you a smile when you're whisked away from my arm.
I know at your age, you cannot apprehend why I stop you, from doing what you're doing. Something you adore and enjoy.
But to my eye, an act of folly.
I know some of you hate me, for always raising my voice and scolding.
I even realize that I might not be the best one for you...
But dear darling, just like you, who is a student, and learning
I am still learning too, to be a good teacher. A great educarer.
Someone who will do her best at educating and caring for you and you.
Darling, it's for your own good that I am being me. Strict and naggy.
Someone has to get the job done.
Do you know, dear darling, I worry everytime I make you tear those innocent tears?
I wish I could kiss your tears/pain away.
I blame myself for your peculiar behaviour and wished I had done better in educating you.
I was never a perfectionist. But I am now, since it's about you.
Darling...
One day, one fine day... you will find out that I unintentionally make you tear, so that you will learn what is right and what is wrong. And the
time-out that I gave is something valuable and will teach you a life lesson, no money can buy.
Trust me on this.
I was once a child, like you. I have been there.
All I want is for all of you to grow up wise, smart and
children-like. To be accepted and loved by others.
Your family, other children and the community at large.
When you're older and more wiser.
I believe you will look back and realize what I did was right.
I hope so.... I really do.
Darling, no matter what they say about us, I won't give up on you yet.
And I hope you don't give up on this new and still learning teacher.
No matter how much I complain to others, on how all of you make my blood boil, my migraine come a-knocking...
I love you still. (x17)
We will brisk walk/crawl/hop/waddle/skip to the ending line.
Hand in hand?
Side by side.
Your graduation.
My proudest moments.
Insya'allah.
Ameen.
With love,
Teacher Ann
I know its difficult at times, to comprehend and understand how I behave around all of you.
I laugh with you, laugh at you, make you face the wall, banish you to countless time-out moments; but at the end of the day, still offer you a smile when you're whisked away from my arm.
I know at your age, you cannot apprehend why I stop you, from doing what you're doing. Something you adore and enjoy.
But to my eye, an act of folly.
I know some of you hate me, for always raising my voice and scolding.
I even realize that I might not be the best one for you...
But dear darling, just like you, who is a student, and learning
I am still learning too, to be a good teacher. A great educarer.
Someone who will do her best at educating and caring for you and you.
Darling, it's for your own good that I am being me. Strict and naggy.
Someone has to get the job done.
Do you know, dear darling, I worry everytime I make you tear those innocent tears?
I wish I could kiss your tears/pain away.
I blame myself for your peculiar behaviour and wished I had done better in educating you.
I was never a perfectionist. But I am now, since it's about you.
Darling...
One day, one fine day... you will find out that I unintentionally make you tear, so that you will learn what is right and what is wrong. And the
time-out that I gave is something valuable and will teach you a life lesson, no money can buy.
Trust me on this.
I was once a child, like you. I have been there.
All I want is for all of you to grow up wise, smart and
children-like. To be accepted and loved by others.
Your family, other children and the community at large.
When you're older and more wiser.
I believe you will look back and realize what I did was right.
I hope so.... I really do.
Darling, no matter what they say about us, I won't give up on you yet.
And I hope you don't give up on this new and still learning teacher.
No matter how much I complain to others, on how all of you make my blood boil, my migraine come a-knocking...
I love you still. (x17)
We will brisk walk/crawl/hop/waddle/skip to the ending line.
Hand in hand?
Side by side.
Your graduation.
My proudest moments.
Insya'allah.
Ameen.
With love,
Teacher Ann
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