Throughout the year, I have grown accustomed to celebrating holidays away from my family and with a Taiwanese flare. Little did I know, I would experience this Mother's Day from the vantage point of a teacher and access my own motherly side. While I showered my own mother with daughterly love, Mother's Day this year assumed a new form. I moved through the week with heart-warming awe at my students' talents-their artwork in Mother's Day lessons and their enthusiasm at our school's Mother's Day food and culture festival.
Morning classes flew by with ease and excitement not only because it was Friday, but also because it was the morning of the school festival that would kick off Mother's Day weekend. Students pretended not to watch the soft serve ice cream announce its presence on campus, and parents showed up to set up food booths. Instead of burrowing into my cubicle and planning the classes for the next week, I spent my morning channeling my own excitement into constructing an ice cream sandwich sign for my booth.
Anticipating a treat-filled afternoon, I ate a light lunch and moseyed over to the gym for the kickoff ceremony. Fifth grader emcees carried the event along, first welcoming the principal on stage followed by performances by each grade. The students must have been going for a broad theme of maternal appreciation, for the acts showcased baby Aladdin characters, leopard cowboys, dancing basketball stars, and fierce traditional drummers. Smartphones and iPads generously surrendered an hour of memory to capture every ounce of student devotion to maternal love.
The party migrated outside where lines of parents and students slithered throughout the halls ready to devour overwhelming wafts of fried goodness. Students represented their homeroom classes from behind a variety of booths ranging from waffles and ice cream, to ball tossing games, to trinket shops, to soda floats. My station was positioned at the end of the main corridor and became a popular place for hungry and adventurous middle school students. After my "All American Ice Cream Cookie Sandwiches" sold out, I made sure to shop at all booths.
I'm glad I was able to spend this Mother's Day in a space where I could glean a sense of what it feels like to be a motherly figure by seeing my young pupils shine. Moreover, I saw how my students are capable of magic when they feel connected to the meaning behind school activities.