Ms Henry, my very first teacher. Kindergarten is like a blur. All I remember is her. She loved me like a mother loves her first born child. There’s no collection of memories at recess or lunch, I don’t know what I learned. I can tell you how I felt though. I felt compassion, affection, attention. In first grade, Ms Henry was my teacher again. I felt so loved that I believed she chose to teach first grade just for me. I never saw her again. In second grade, I needed her. I never got to say thank you, for nurturing me when I needed it the most.
Awww, so sweet. I can identify with the line “There’s no collection of memories…” as so much from so long ago really is just a blur. This reminds me of Maya Angelou’s saying, “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” It is SO true. And at such an impressionable age – first teacher. A bit bittersweet at the end.