I went back to school last week for the release of the O Level results, and being there made me miss teaching again. I saw my boys, all grown up, anxious about their results, yet still able to crack jokes with me. I honestly wish I could have seen them through their last two years in the school, but I also know that if I did that, I wouldn’t have my son.
I was touched that some of the boys hugged and thanked me that day, especially since I only taught them for half a year when they were in Sec 3. I really had absolutely nothing to do with their successes, yet they were so sweet in expressing their gratitude. Some parents who were there also came up to me for a quick chat and thanked me, while another sent a lovely email of appreciation. I am truly humbled as I know that I don’t deserve any of it. I’m thankful that none of them blamed me for not seeing their sons through the full two years, and I’m glad that the boys have turned out so well.
Once again, I entertained the thought of going back to work, but quickly brushed that thought aside. I loved being with my colleagues as always, but I didn’t envy the stress they were experiencing, especially those teaching the graduating classes. I remember how terribly busy and stressed I was, two years ago, and I know that unlike my colleagues, I’m not tough enough to deal with all that, on top of having a baby at home. I want to focus on raising my son for now, and spending as much time as I can with him. As a friend once said, I should treasure this period with him, as there will come a day when he won’t even want to be seen in public with me!
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