She was quite eccentric, and visibly older than most of the students attending our program. I’d had five years between first and second year, so I guess she was drawn to my maturity. We both wanted to be teachers.
After graduation, she went on to her Bachelor of Education, and I gave birth to my third child. The next time we encountered each other, I was the parent and she was the teacher. Eccentric as ever. The kids loved her.
Except for the one that didn’t. That one complained that she touched the kids too much – her hugs and hair stroking unwelcome. Her license was at stake.
“If I can’t touch my kids, then I can’t teach,” she told me in confidence.
I never knew what became of the investigation, but years later when I would follow in her footsteps and have my own classes, I thought of her. It’s in my nature to touch, too.
The focus this week has been on the subject of touch. Thank you to all the participants for touching me with your creativity. Virtual hugs all around.
(The featured image is my last photo of July, unedited. I am sneaking it in here for Bushbay’s challenge of the same name.)
See you tomorrow for a new challenge!