The Forgotten Note

My daughter is not a student. But she fell in love with her teacher this year, and from everything I’ve seen, the feeling was mutual. So when she came home on the last day of school with her report card sporting glowing comments, I felt like a worm; how could I not have acknowledged all her hard work?  How could I not have at least written a note?

After some internal debate, I decided that while a thank-you note would be nicer, if a text is all I can do now, it’s better than nothing. Some acknowledgement is in order. I sent the text and apologized for not sending a proper note. The school year is so busy with homework and projects that somehow, although we’d been preparing for the summer since November (remember camp applications?), and shopping since February, it caught me unawares. I had no time to think about thank-you notes until my kids came home on the last day of school in a flurry of paper, supplies, and nosh.