Teaching is hard. I'll bet this isn't a
newsflash to any of you reading this blog... because most of you are probably
teachers. "You get summers off!" people like to say. Yep. I sure do.
And with my "summers off" I plan for next year, learn about things to
try with my students, attend professional development sessions, attend meetings
(yes, you read that right), and do things around my house that I didn't have
time to do during the school year.
And you know what? I wouldn't trade it
for anything in this world.
Teaching
is hard. I spend all day with children who belong to other people. I get to know
them and I learn to love them. I watch them grow into these amazing little
children... and then I say goodbye and send them off. It's hard. There are days
when I don't want to send them home because their home lives are not desirable.
There are days I don't want to send them home because I wonder if they'll get
anything to eat for dinner. Of course, there are also days I happily send
everyone home and I go home and hug my toddler. :)
I
love my job. I honestly do. Even on bad days I know that this is where I am
supposed to be. I struggle to create a balance between home and work. I
struggle to make the best choices for myself in terms of letting things go when
I'm at home. But, I make it work. Luckily for me, I also have a husband who is
a workaholic- so he gets it.
I
love my job because I work with children. I love the kids. I love the school
supplies. I love the other teachers. I love the humor. I love that moment when
they finally "get it." I live for that.
Teachers
work hard. I don't think anyone has ever questioned that. The hardest thing
about being a teacher is not in the working and teaching, but in the letting go
when the day is done. And the best thing about being a teacher (besides all the
moolah LOL) is that each day is a brand new day. We get to start over and learn
something new.
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