I’m Thankful I’m a Teacher!
When I am introduced as a teacher, I generally hear a very flat, “Oh.” I have never been certain whether that is an expression of sympathy, pity, or disinterest. Always I wish I had time to explain to them like this:
Yes! I’m a teacher and I love my job!
Where else could I have my limited wardrobe complimented or hear someone say, “You sing pretty?”
Where else would a handsome and very young man put his arms around me and ask, “Do you know I love you?”
Where else could I eat a soiled cookie from grimy little fingers and not become ill?
Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling loose teeth and receive the promise that I may pull them when they are loose enough?
Where else could I guide a chubby little hand that might some day write a book or important document?
Where else could I get to play outside, laugh, sing, read and get paid for it?
Where else could I forget my own aches and pains because of so many scratched knees, bumped heads, and broken hearts that need care?
Where else could I forget about taxes and our country’s political problems because Josh isn’t adjusting as he should and Margo needs help with her math?
Where else could my mind stay as young as with a group whose attention span is so short that I must always keep a bag of tricks up my sleeve?
Where else could I feel so GOOD at the end of each day because I made a child smile, taught a child to read, helped a child believe in herself, gave a child a dream, and made this world a better place?
Yes, I'm a teacher and I love my job!!