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