Nothing for Christmas

Dear Precious Student,

When I first saw you, I have to admit, I was a little bit afraid. You're a big guy, clearly an athelete, and I thought that ear-to-ear smile you were wearing was there only to mock me. It did not take long, however, for me to realize that that smile is wonderfully genuine and defines the essence of who you are. It turns out, it has been an immense pleasure to be your teacher this year, and you have touched my heart and inspired me in so many ways that a simple "thank you" isn't enough.

I don't think I will ever forget the story you told me just the other day. I asked you if you'd gotten anything good for Christmas and you said, "No ma'am. I didn't get anything for Christmas." I tilted my head to the side inquisitively, yet your smile didn't even flicker. "We do Christmas differently at my house," you said without being prompted. "Instead of giving gifts to each other, we buy gifts for foster kids and then go to a foster home on Christmas morning to cook breakfast and hand out presents." You stood there beaming, obviously happier to give than to receive.

I don't know if you saw it, but I got a bit teary-eyed. You are unlike any other student I have taught in my somewhat short career. Teenagers, especially teenagers like you (if you give credit to stereotypes), are supposed to be selfish and materialistic. They're supposed to take and take without giving back. They're supposed find fleeting happiness in gifts only to have a new list of what they want ready to proclaim minutes later. And as for me... I'm supposed to be the good example to you. I'm your teacher! Yet, you have demonstrated love, sacrifice, and joy better than I ever could. I can't speak for the foster kids, but you gave me a great Christmas present this year.

I know things are difficult sometimes. I know that school is far from easy for you and that life at home can be crazy. I know that girls can be fickle and stupid and that it hurts you when they are. I know that you're trying your best, and sometimes it doesn't seem to be good enough. I just want you to know, you're doing a great job. You're going to make it. Thank you for the example you set for me... and thank you for that big, goofy smile.

Love,
Mrs. Markwood