I didn’t know if this belongs here or in unsent letters, and it doesn’t compare to the stuff you guys have been posting, but it was definitely born of pain:
Dear Rebbes,
Or his hands either.
When you have had enough of him not being the one who
Attended the optional class
Wrote the winning essay
Or placed in the science fair.
I hope you will stop and take the time to notice that
He is also not the one who throws papers on the floor in the hallway
He never takes food from the other boys bins
He is not the one who rides other kids bikes without permission
Or puts English music on his ipod.
Though he may fail your written tests, he learned your lessons.
He listened to your tone, and he felt your passion.
Though you wished you could teach him Rashi, you taught him persistence, consistency and taking risks.
From some of you he learned about power and abuse.
From others, trust and safety.
For those of you who taught my son the person, instead of my son the student, I thank you for making him the Gd fearing, beautiful, boy that he is.
Signed,
His mom