Tracy Dunleavy

The First Day of School

I am a teacher and I watch over the most valuable of all treasures, your child

Your car slowly leaves the school as your son finds his way into his new classroom
(You wonder if I remembered all that you have told me about diabetes)

Your eyes gaze beyond the green light at the corner as the car behind you beeps to remind you to move
(You contemplate whether there is an unexpected birthday party with cupcakes at some random time today)

As you pull into your parking space at work, you close the car door and realize that your keys are locked inside
(You were distracted by the thought of me forgetting to remind your son about his ten and two o’clock snacks)

Lunch at your desk is something you packed at 1:27 this morning after you awoke to check your child’s glucose level
(You question if I have told the lunch aides to make sure your son eats his carefully calculated meal)

A co-worker notices you yawn in the afternoon, and she realizes that you never sleep more than four consecutive hours at night
(You pray that I will recognize the signs of extreme highs or lows in your son)

In traffic on the way home from work, you patiently wait for the line of cars to move
(You hope that I understand when your son becomes preoccupied in class worrying about his blood sugar level)

I am a teacher and I watch over the most valuable of all treasures, your child

You are a parent and you grant me one of the most valuable of all gifts, your trust

Tracey Dunleavy