Today is Dr. Seuss’ birthday, and that has made me mindful of all kinds of things from my childhood. My mind has been racing through Green Eggs and Ham and the School House Rock song about Bill on Capitol Hill. Then, tonight, I suddenly had a memory surface of my first-grade classroom at Westside.
My teacher, Mrs. Duke, had created a great display just outside the room, right above the water fountain we shared with the classroom next door. There, on that wall, were rows and rows of cut out little ducks, each one proudly sporting one of our names. We were, she told us, “her little ducks,” and she quickly became “Mama Duck” as much as “Mrs. Duke.”
I’ve been fortunate throughout my vast years of education to have had a lot of great teachers. There were professors who remain friends; teachers who bragged on my writing, encouraging me to develop talents I use on a daily basis. I am so thankful for the influence they have had in my life. They, along with Dr. Seuss taught me his famous lesson, “The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”
I’m especially thankful for those, like Mrs. Duke, who invest their lives in teaching young children, starting them off well in the world of learning. They proudly agree with Dr. Seuss when he says, “A person’s a person no matter how small.”
I’m one thankful little duck.