Is this chinuch? This tiptoeing around parents in the name of misplaced rachamim?
It’s been a rough year. I called it from Day One, when I asked for support for my student, whom I saw was having difficulty. And that was before I found out about her difficult summer experience and her hard year in nursery.
I have been teaching for a very long time. I’m a successful morah; parents request me when placing their children in preschool. It is both an honor and a humbling experience, and I try to live up to my name. That includes reaching out for help when I need it.
When I reached out to you, you were overwhelmed with the demands of a new school year. You did try to send help when you could, and for that I’m grateful. An extra pair of hands is always welcome. Sadly, it wasn’t enough, and this child’s behavior continued to escalate with explosive physical reactions that seemed to come out of nowhere.
And then I discovered another child whose needs could not be met in our classroom or school. You listened, and again you sent help when you could. But things did not get better for her. I witnessed her suffering as she struggled to meet expectations she was not hardwired to understand.
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