I had been waiting for the letter. I had called to see when it might arrive. I considered picking it up. Why was it so important? Its contents would tell us who would be Simone’s kindergarten teacher.
See, I had noticed at the kindergarten breakfast that there was one kindergarten teacher of color. I daydreamed about how nice it would be for Simone’s first public school teacher to be a teacher of color. The student body is composed of children of parents from diverse backgrounds. Still, I would like to expose Simone and Nadia to a diverse set of role models, including those who look like their mother and their father.
So, the letter. It arrived, and da hubs and I knew exactly what was inside. He opened the letter after a pretend drumroll. He started at the beginning. I got impatient, read over his shoulder and scanned the letter for the teacher’s name. Bingo! Simone WILL have a teacher of color in kindergarten. What a wonderful way to begin her public school education.