Who is this Cheyenne she speaks of?

I received a letter in the mail yesterday from one of Cheyenne’s teachers.  The letter, from Cheyenne’s Spanish teacher Katie Germscheid, was handwritten and said nice things about Cheyenne.  She said Cheyenne is “always on task, polite, and helpful to those around her.”

I read Ms. Germscheid’s letter aloud to Mike. When I was done I asked Mike, “Who is this Cheyenne she speaks of?”  Mike said he was just about to ask the same thing.

The Cheyenne that lives with us is not always on task, polite, or helpful.  She can dawdle with the best of them, sass like a impudent teenager, and offer you a hundred reasons why she should not have to do something.  The Cheyenne that Ms. Germscheid speaks of sounds lovely and sweet.  I would sure like to meet that Cheyenne.

Okay, I admit I have seen this Cheyenne Ms. Germscheid referenced.  She is the good citizen that emerges when Cheyenne crosses into the magical kingdom known as “school”.   I have heard about her for years from teachers.  Indeed, there was a time a couple of years before teenager-hood that I would regularly see the Cheyenne that all the teachers spoke of – a thoughtful, helpful girl who actually enjoyed my company.

I can remember back when I was in school.  My teachers spoke kindly of me as well.   I remember my mother and father wondering aloud who the child was that my teachers thought was so delightful.  They mused that it couldn’t possibly be the child they lived with.

It really is amazing how different a person can be from one environment to another.  I am grateful that Cheyenne is a good citizen at school.  In truth, I don’t mind most days that she is increasingly a typical teenager replete with moods, mouthiness, and an ever-increasing independent streak.  I reiterate - most days.

Muchas gracias Ms. Germscheid for taking the time to send us such a lovely handwritten note.  I know how busy teachers are and I want you to know how much I appreciate it.  It calms my nerves to know that somewhere in that obnoxious teenager with the overabundance of attitude lives the gracious daughter I once knew.

Espero que la bondad que me habéis mostrado encuentra su camino de regreso a usted. ;-)

Day one thousand two hundred and ninety-four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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2 Responses to Who is this Cheyenne she speaks of?

  1. tim haering says:

    Ah, the nut and the tree again. Teenagers are hard-wired for rebellion. God’s force of innovation. Thank Heaven for Google Translate. I bet Spanish has an idiom for the reciprocation you wished. I love idioms, they are the heart of language. Like paper covers rock, connotation beats denotation any day. I wish my son was more like your Cheyenne. In his way, I suppose he is. YOU’re a lucky mom.

  2. B-dubya says:

    I have long suspected that Cheyenne is one of those young people that Erma Bombeck wrote about–the dual personality kids. Erma’s opinion was that if her children HAD to sport a brat personality for whatever reason, she was relieved that they did it at home. What a lovely person this teacher is to let you know that she sees the angel!

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