Hmmm … it’s just occurred to me, as I uploaded these photos and thought back to the crazy busyness of last week, that this is my second last season of teachers’ presents. It truly is so unbelievable it gives me a jolt. Surely it was only yesterday that I cross stitched a Prairie Schooler Christmas Sampler for the lovely Mrs. Solomon and sewed it into a little hanging quilt as a thankyou for a wonderful Year 1.
That’s one of the curses of just one child. There’s no second and third etc. go round. Nope – only one chance to get it as close to right as you can. And no time for savouring. But I also know how privileged we are to even have one go and for that I am grateful.
We’ve always given teachers’ presents. Maybe because I spent so many years working in education, I know just how lovely it is to have a student and her family recognise the contribution I made to their year and present me with something sweet and thoughtful. I’ve always wanted to pay that forwards.
And I want Abby to understand how important it is to show gratitude – it’s a sign of respect and affection. Maybe I’m just getting old and crotchety, but gee whizz, I think there’s a little less gratitude bumping around every year. I want her to be one of those lovely people who are remembered and appreciated for showing gratitude. It’s not hard or expensive – just a bit of time and effort.
Also – I am so very grateful for all that my Abigail has been given by her teachers.
She’s not the most straightforward of students and, apart from a couple of grim years half way through primary school (the Year 3 teacher – we seriously wanted to present her with the dirtiest lump of coal we could find – she was a drunk and a bully), has been blessed with lovely teachers who have always recognised her strengths, enjoyed her quirks and cheerfully walked the extra mile.
As for her high school teachers – my goodness, they regularly reduce me to misty eyes and choked up throat they are so wonderfully thoughtful, compassionate and encouraging. No matter how grey and wobbly I become, I will never forget the incredible contribution they have made to our lives and will cheerfully sing Star of the Sea’s praises to all.
However, with the plethora of teachers Abby has in highschool, we’ve whittled down the handmade gifts to those who are TRULY marvellous. For the rest we whip up a more generic but still homemade gift. This year Abby chose her Japanese teacher – Mrs. Devine, her textiles teacher – Mrs. Pearson, and her Legal studies teacher – Mrs. Maraschello.
Well – no surprises who this cushion is for :-) I am always a little dubious about themed presents – we can blame my Year 10 Music Teacher for that – she told us at the beginning of the year she HATED musical gifts. But Abby assured me Mrs. Devine loves Japanese looking things so I dug this piece of simple sweet fabric out of the stash – I like to think it’s quite elegant and not at all corny – and found some pretty calicos to go with it. I worked up the patchwork on the computer and quilted it with one single large chrysanthemum. It just seemed to need a yoyo in the middle. Mrs. Devine was delighted.
The lovely pink and red fabric and the floral used for the binding are MADE in Japan – so that was an extra bonus! And the blue check made me think of all those lovely indigo woven fabrics to be found in traditional Japanese textiles.
The crazy tote went to Mrs. Mara. We gave her a cushion that last time Abby had her in Year 9 – Abby thought a bag would be a nice alternative for this year. This was a truly last minute gift. I had been mulling over the design for a few days and the night before Abby wanted to give it, even DREAMT about how it could go together.
So, Tuesday morning I was up at 5 knowing just what to do. I cut and sewed the strips, used a dinner plate to make the circular bottom, added a heavy piece of cardboard (chopped out of the back of a large drawing pad) that I covered with the same red lining as the bag, lined it, added the strap and catch, sewed the two cylinders together and voila! A tote. I adore it.
And the funny thing – Abby left the Christmas card on the dining table. Then popped the present on Mrs. Mara’s desk without a note. Yet, that afternoon Mrs. Mara sent a lovely email saying as soon as she unwrapped it and saw the colours and lovely sewing, she knew exactly who it was from and loved it. That brought a happy smile to this mum’s face … and the daughter’s too.
Mrs. Pearson’s cushion. Same pattern as Mrs. Devine’s. A few different fabrics. Same chrysanthemum. And yet it looks so utterly different! So busy and hot and energetic compared to Mrs. Devine’s cool, quiet elegance. Hmph – amazing what colour can do, huh! I used precious Owl and Pussycat fabric because Mrs. Pearson is a fabric guru and I knew she would recognise and love it. She did.
For all my cushions, I use Ikea feather inserts – they just keep their shape soooooo well. They can be completely flattened to pancake thickness by a sleeping dog, then with a few punches, be brought back to looking plump and gorgeous. And, hating zippers like I do, I always use a simple envelope back – but I like it to cross over by a good 20cm. That way there’s no gaping.
The rest of Abby’s teachers – and darling Bob, the lollypop man – each received a jar with the layered ingredients to make Donna Hay’s Choc-chip and Cranberry Oat Cookies. Recipe included. They were a big success. Highly recommended.
Next year – our last year of teachers’ presents – will probably bring more presents for the same lovelies. But there will be an extra special one for Bob.
Apart from my grandad, Bob is the loveliest gentleman I have ever known. From the very first day he has shown Abby such friendship and enthusiasm for everything she does. He waves to me every morning when I drop her off. And I make sure to come at least 10 minutes after the bell rings every afternoon, because sure enough, Abby will be standing there with Bob and they’ll be chattering away about what they’re both up to, flipping through Abby’s drawing books, carefully inspecting her latest doll, or he’ll be nodding enthusiastically whilst she tells him her latest story.
He’s like her grandad. (Apart from my dear old grandad, poor Abby completely lucked out in the grandad stakes). I’ve got those teary eyes and a lump in my throat just writing this. Words cannot express how grateful I am to Bob for being there for Abby everyday. I know that she knows that even when some days are a bit hard, there’ll always be Bob in the afternoon. He’s a school treasure.
So next year, for Bob, there’ll be a quilt – with stars of course.