Can you believe that December is already here?! Craziness!! I like to get all the grunt work done as early in the month as possible, so I can try and enjoy the fun and traditions with the kiddos without worrying about last minute shopping, baking, etc.
Yesterday, between our water being turned off accidentally by the water company (new computer system apparently, but holyhell was that a major headache!!), a sick baby coughing her cute little head off, and our internet not working for most of the day…….I happened to hop online and quickly had my holiday spirit squashed like a bug.
I’m not sure exactly what I had searched, but I happened upon a blog with a list of items teachers really want for Christmas, along with a very long list of things they apparently hate getting for Christmas. Basically, it boiled down to giving them cash or gift cards because they hate anything teacher related, handmade, or simply bought out of the goodness of your heart. The post had soooooooo many comments from real teachers, agreeing with the list and groaning and moaning about all the tacky stuff they get each year.
It got real ugly real quick, and the overwhelming vibe was how ungrateful the list and the people replying to it really were.
Now, valid points were made. I guess. Of course, the teacher won’t like every single lotion or candle or goodie that they receive. But shouldn’t they love the thought behind it?? The love and the intention of someone carving out precious time and money during the holiday season to show their appreciation??
If I were swimming in money, oh the gifts I would give!!! I would spoil every single person around me! Being without oodles of cash, I still make a point to try and show our love and appreciation to our loved ones and the amazing teachers we have in our lives. Isn’t that enough? Shouldn’t the recipient of any gift at all just be grateful that you thought of them and made sure to include them?
This one little post soured my mood and filled me with more bah humbug than I care to admit. Of course, I want to believe that we are the exception, and that anything we ever give is greatly received and appreciated, but now I am filled with doubt. One thing this girl can’t stand to be is unappreciated.
For the most part, each year, we give a gift to the main teacher, and then I have my kids make hand drawn cards for all the extra awesome people they encounter daily, like the special area teachers, the lunch ladies, the bus driver, janitor, school nurse, everyone we can think of that is a part of making each day awesome. Along with the homemade cards, we usually attach a piece of candy or something of the like.
The response from all of the usually forgotten people has always been amazing, and we will continue that tradition for sure. But I find myself on the fence now with the teacher gift because, well, I want to be appreciated for appreciating! Is that so crazy? I have four kids who are all very busy with school, scouting, dance, band, etc. For me to carve precious time and money from our already overstretched schedule and pocketbook is a big deal to us. I want to give a gift that is appreciated and makes the teacher feel loved and cherished. I don’t want to imagine them rolling their eyes and throwing our gift in a pile of perceived crappy gifts.
I guess really, I will give them whatever the heck I want to, try and forget that crappy blog post I read, and just hope that the people in our lives are not as ungrateful and awful as the people that felt the need to trash the things they get for Christmas each year. It’s hard to feel sorry for people who are showered with gifts, whether they are up to their snooty standards or not.
I choose to believe that we put good thought and intentions with our gift giving, and if the people want to be jerks about it, so long as I don’t hear about it, I don’t care! Pffffffffft!!!
I guess I should get off this soap box before it splinters…….
Last thought, and something I am constantly saying to my kids since they were teeny tiny:
You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.
Rant over. 🙂