Sunday, 30 August 2015

Dear Parent...

Dear Parent,

Congratulations! Your child is going to school. They are about to be flung into the big bad world and learn all sorts of things that will help them to grow up to be fine, young adults. Stop sobbing! It's OK! I promise you, it's going to be OK. Look, let me set your mind at ease. I'm a teacher. And no, not all teachers are like Mr Bronson from Grange Hill. Or that odd PE teacher that dished out too small towels in the shower rooms when you were in fifth form. Nope, controversially? Some people enjoy being teachers! I know? Mad isn't it.

There's lots of writing around to help you to ease your child into attending pre-school, or reception or even gulp 'big' school. But what about you? Your worries and concerns? I promise you this, when your child is in my care or any of my other hard working colleagues? We look after them like they are our very own. OK so no I don't let them watch Peppa and have the odd sneaky pack of Smarties whilst I wash up. Let me rephrase it. In that one day, or one hour your child is in front of us. We treat them with the love and respect that your child deserves.

We love them you know like our own (we just don't give them Smarties...often)

Now, I'm not saying there aren't times when your child can be, how can I put it politely? A bit of a sod. But the other 99.9% of the time we like being around them just as much as you do.  We love to watch them learn, grow, laugh and have fun. I've seen teachers cry at proms (that may have been me), or spend their spare time cheering on the sidelines at after school football matches. I've seen them scream and fist punch the air behind closed doors when a child passes an exam the government predicted they couldn't (silly, silly government).

Do not worry. When you leave your child at that school gate, or pop them on the bus with their lunch money, your precious tiny 4 year old or great sulking 16 year old is being looked after by a group of people who have decided above all careers in the whole wide world (and I would have made a killer international pop star) that they want to hang around with your kid and teach them sh*t.

Check their bags!

Now, stop sobbing and do me a favour will you. It is easier to teach your child when trip letters are handed in on time. Or when your 14 year old owns an actual pen. So ever so often trawl through their pockets for screwed up bits of important paper and pop a pencil case in their bag. We will be forever grateful.

Yours fondly,



  1. I guess smarties are preferable to Haribo. Could you imagine the hell of a class of 4/5 year olds bouncing around on Haribo. Nightmare.

    I'm just hoping N will remember to check that he has all clothes and items at the end of the day because he'll be going to after school club, so the only day I'll be able to check we've got everything is Fridays. Maybe I'll have to write a daily note so I can check things back in!

    1. Ah I hope he has such a lovely lovely time. I can't believe where the time has gone! x

  2. Love this so much! As a parent of 10 years and a governor of 5, plus a sister and SIL to teachers, I KNOW how much the teachers care and what a brilliant job they do, but I also know there are many parents who are afraid. You really reassure them and lots of parents would do well to read this.
    Although, do I really have to stick my hand in my 14yo son's rucksack?!

  3. Ah love it!Have been through it all once and got one to the age of 17 and now I've got to do it all again with a 6 year old and a 3 year starting nursery!Who said this was a bloody good idea hey?Sob x

  4. Definitely one for me. I am the emotional mummy. I don't think it's the thought of you lovely teachers not caring it's more the little things which might be missed, like the fact he can't button up his trousers and they might be falling down. Good to hear it from your side, teacher, mummy and an emotional one about their achievements. KA x

    1. Oh god. I am scared about my girl and things like that. He will have a fantastic time! Promise! x

  5. I think for me it's not that the teacher won't be caring, it's more in a class of 30 will they notice if he's upset, if he needs help but is too nervous to ask, if no one plays with him on the playground. I won't be there to notice but will the teacher notice? Am I sending him with happy memories of home and the summer or did I shout just a bit too much? It's that mum guilt again x

  6. My boy is off to school tomorrow but he's a tough cookie . I feel more sorry for his teacher.Cant wait to take the standard 100 photos of him in his uniform X X X

  7. Small towels you say? Think I know who that was.....Miss J.....?!


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