In honor of the first day of school, a reprint of a favorite of mine... x post from Crib Notes
(Horsey aside - this is Miles Dean, a 57 year old (at the time) school teacher who rode from NYC to California in 2007. You can read the cool story here.)
School has started!
On behalf of every mother who has spent all Summer covering her children with sun screen, washed every single towels in the house practically every day and wept every night after observing what happens to the house when children are home all day, I just want to say to every teacher out there:
I love you.
No, seriously. I love you. It's not like. "Like" is for baby sitters and substitutes. This is all out get-the-heart-shaped-boxes-of-chocolates LOVE.
Why do I love thee? With apologies to Ms. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, let me count the ways:
I love you for teaching my children how to add when I can't get them to put two socks in the laundry basket. Which is why their socks won't match in a week. Just a heads up.
I love you for teaching my children how to write their names when I spend the last few months believing they didn't even know their names – unless I used all three of them. (You know: "Sierra Paloma Prosapio! Come over here and put this shirt in that laundry basket." "Mireya Brisa Prosapio! Is this your toy embedded in my foot?")
I love you for showing me that my children are capable of sitting AND eating at the same time. Would you take a photo for me? I'd just like to see what it looks like.
I love you for somehow keeping my children relatively clean without having to resort to a garden hose.
I love you for taking my children for HOURS so when they come home I have had time to miss them and cherish them. And get to yoga class.
I love you for helping them when they are confused, smiling at them when they do well, and fighting the desire to banish them when they begin to drive you crazy.
I love you for teaching my children that lines are part of life, so the next time we are at the movies my child won't cut in front of 30 other people yelling "me first!"
I love you for facing crazy parents (of which I will be one) because when our children come home upset and we immediately ask for a teacher conference to find out how to keep our child from crying—ever.
And most of all, I love you for choosing to teach children, even though we don't pay you enough – not nearly enough and when I am Queen, teachers will be paid their weight in gold. Weekly.
So, to Mrs. Jarica, Mrs. Buxkemper, and all the teachers out there, when Friday rolls around on this first hectic week of school, I want you to feel it.
Feel the love.
3 comments:
Wow! That school teacher that rode cross country...cool! And such a handsome horse, too.
I cannot even imagine how tough it must be to be a public school teacher. As a Mom who homeschools her 3 kids, it's tough enough keeping my own 3 in line, organized, making sure they'll be productive citizens one day, and educating them about all aspects of life. Whew....can't imagine how the public school teachers do that with a room full of 15-25 students.
We start our school year right after Labor Day, just like I did when I was a kid. Still enjoying the last days of summer here.....where did the summer go?
~Lisa
Amen, sister!!! And your girl's have such lovely names....
My kids have one more week until D-Day...lol!!! :)
Thank you.. you made my eyes tear up, (seriously). And where's my chocolate? I'll accept that gladly. I'll need it after corralling 100 kids and tricking them into learning (and excuse my cussing: ) "Algebra".
I have been praying all summer that I would have patience and love for my students. It's hard to teach hormonal students when you have a sarcastic personality to begin with. I have seen a shirt or poster that says "I don't need your attitude, I have enough of my own." That describes me perfectly. So when you say your prayers for your kid's teachers, say one for me too.
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