In January 2016, I wrote a post on how eager Dhruv was to call his N Madam home for a visit. I concluded the post with the thought of writing a letter to his teachers (his 2 teachers N Ma’m and A Ma’m, to be precise) letting them know about his wish. I explained it to him since there are 2 teachers in his class it would not be wise to call over just one ma’m and that we will have to ask both of them to visit. He agreed.
You can read about all the hoopla Dhruv created during that time by clicking the link here.
I was all set to write the letter to his teachers but at the same time a few other issues cropped up in school with Dhruv’s complaining a boy from his class hitting and pushing him nearly everyday and I had to schedule a meeting with his teachers to discuss this matter. Hence, I thought let me just speak to them instead of writing the letter. To my surprise and content, the teachers were the first one to discuss with me about Dhruv’s asking them to visit home so that he can show them the 2 eggs laid by a pigeon in one of the flower pots. Thus, I came to know that I was not the only one to be bugged. He had been cajoling his teachers too. What assured me was Dhruv was vocal and expressive with his teachers, contrary to the belief with us at home of him being shy outside home.
Everything was discussed in a lighter manner except for the hitting and pushing case. Neither did I ask them to come over nor they did say anything about it. Oh yes, how could they have said about visiting without my invitation? To me, it appeared a weird idea, after all teachers do not visit their pupils, outside school, at their homes. They have busy lives themselves. They have families to look after. Why will they commit their personal time visiting a student’s home? Was it even right for me to invite them over to honour Dhruv’s fascinating idea? And, so I did nothing about it.
January passed. February passed.
He kept humming his tune and I kept alternating between clarifying and ignoring.
He kept on persisting and I kept on resisting.
I made him speak to his dadi about this when she came to stay with us. She was a teacher for 40 years and even she tried convincing him that she had never visited any of her student’s home during the time she taught in school citing teachers don’t go visiting students’ houses. Did this make any difference to his resolve? Not by any means.
He remained relentless.
One evening in March, he told me that several Sundays have passed but his teachers never came. He was angry with me for not writing the letter I had been telling him that I will write to them.. He had all the right to react in this way. I suggested to him why doesn’t he write the letter himself now that he has learnt how to write since his verbal communication had not proved to be helpful. The next moment he came to me with a notebook and pencil asking me to tear the page so that he could write. He wrote the letter by himself taking care of keeping the alphabets between the lines, on my asking. While I helped him with the spellings and salutation, the lines were entirely his own.
Please come to my home. I have to show my house to you on Sunday.
He instructed me to staple the paper to his Almanac so that it does not get lost. And I did as I was told.
The next morning I woke up early at 4.30 am with the intention to do my part of the job. I could not have let go of this final opportunity with only 15 more days remaining before the school was to close. I knew I had to do it because I did not want Dhruv’s dream to be shattered. I went ahead and wrote when did it all started, about his unrelenting persistence and about his writing the letter himself. I formally invited them to visit home and expressed my gratitude to them for their love and affection towards the children in their class.
I inserted both the letters in an envelope and stapled it inside the Almanac.
When Dhruv returned from school the same day, I saw his teachers’ note that they were highly moved by the letters and especially Dhruv’s one brought tears to their eyes. They promised to visit home in the following week. I must have read this note quite a number of times with tears in my eyes. It was unbelievable almost like a dream come true. It was happening.
On 23rd March, the teachers visited us at home after the school got over for them at 3 pm. Both, Dhruv and I, were super excited that day. In his excitement, Dhruv showed them his drawings, his toys and read his favourite story book to them from start until end and they were completely mesmerized. I was on cloud nine too since I forgot to click their photo which I had planned.
I couldn’t thank them enough for visiting, strengthening his belief in his dreams at this age. I couldn’t thank them enough for visiting because of the pain they undertook by forgoing the school bus for a comfortable return journey home and chose to go by the city buses to their respective homes in the evening. This meant a lot for me as a mother.
Tomorrow is the last day of school. Dhruv will begin UKG in June but he does not want to. He wants to stay in LKG ‘E’ forever.
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