Middle School parents,
The final quarter of the school year is coming upon us quickly, which also means the end of the 2019-2020 year. One of the many things I love about being in education are the rituals and traditions that come with the opening up, and then the closing of, each school year. I’ve often joked that I don’t know how people who work at ordinary jobs deal with just going from one week to another without the joy of a new year’s beginning and the exhaustive pleasure of a year’s ending.
To some degree, we’ve been robbed of that ending this year and it stings us all in different ways. 5th graders have lost the chance to celebrate their successful completion of their first year in Middle School. 6th graders won’t get to hug goodbye their teachers of the past two years. 7th graders won’t be able to commemorate their final day before moving to the head of the Middle School And the 8th graders - those kids who have worked so hard these past few years - won’t be able to walk down the MS hallways one final time with their classmates by their side.
But there will be time for all of these rituals to happen. And when they do, they will hold far more importance than ever before and will be cherished by us all as we are reminded what truly makes St. Martin’s such a special community - the students, parents, and faculty we call friends and family.
I’ve heard from many of you this past week as the quarantine continues to put a stress and strain on your families in general and on your children in particular.
We are listening to you. Thank you for the trust you have put in us. We will work until the very end to continue to earn that trust. You chose St. Martin’s for a reason and I hope those reasons are more apparent now than ever before.
A reminder that distance learning ends this Friday (May 15th) in order to allow students a final week to turn in any missing assignments. Please remind your child to email the teacher when turning in a late assignment - if not, they may not be aware of it.
Finally, in advance of Mother’s Day, I leave you with a simple prayer that hung on the kitchen wall of my family’s home in Ohio It was cross-stitched in hideous colors of orange and avocado, popular in the 1970’s. Even though Reilly and Eamon are teenagers, they’ll always be my babies... and I sometimes need this gentle reminder.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow
For babies grow up
We’ve learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs
Dust, go to sleep.
I’m rocking my babies
And babies don’t keep.