‘Tis the season for gifting, remembering those who touch our lives on a daily basis with a token of our appreciation. Our children’s teachers top the list, of course, but it can be hard to find meaningful teacher gifts that won’t just get tossed or put on a shelf.
Teachers love gifts they can use. And since they put a lot of their own money into classroom supplies, anything you can do to help is appreciated. Some teacher gift ideas we love are:
Friendship Day may not be a holiday on everyone’s calendar, but here at Pear Tree it’s just the incentive we need to plan a girls’ night out, or send a note to a friend we haven’t seen in awhile. What are you doing to celebrate friendship day? Here are a few ideas we had:
Spreading holiday cheer to those who perform important services for us all year long is what Christmas is all about. Giving a gift to your child’s teacher or day care provider may be obvious, but there are plenty of other people, including the mail carrier, school bus driver, newspaper delivery guy, doorman and garbage collector who shouldn’t be forgotten, and these thank you ideas are sure to please.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not one of those people who keeps a closet full of candles, chocolates and tip towels wrapped and waiting to be used as last-minute hostess gifts. No, during that last minute before a party I’m usually running to pick up a bottle of wine, a gift that displays as much thought as the dozen other bottles of wine lined up inside the hostess’s door. This holiday season, I vow to be a more thoughtful guest.
My son left for college at the end of August and left a big hole in our family. I don’t miss his messy room or dirty socks, but I do miss our conversations and being in touch with what’s going on in his daily life.
He doesn’t seem to miss me much, if the number of times he’s contacted us is any indication. I know he’s having a great time and is busy with new experiences. Like all moms, I want him to be happy and make friends, but to know that if he’s sad or lonely or just having a bad day, we are still here for him.
Sometime around mid-August, as the summer winds down, it’s like someone throws a switch and suddenly we feel a nostalgic longing for new shoes, a new sweater, and a new box of crayons. Whether you’re eight or thirty-eight, the start of the school year signifies a new beginning, a time to get organized and get down to business.
My son is blessed with many relatives who love him and his sister dearly but, as in many families, our relatives live all around the world. After writing a letter to his Grandfather one day, he decided to write a note to his cousin in California. The note, written on one of his own personalized note cards, consisted of two sentences about how his cousin has GOT to read “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” and some potty talk humor. They are both seven. Enough said.
Any day now my son is going to come home from school carrying the contents of his locker in his backpack, which will get dumped on our front porch table (or floor), where it shall remain for at least a month. Buried in the pile will be several pieces of artwork created in art class, including a few pieces of broken pottery that weren’t meant to be crammed into a backpack.