I have learned so many things being a teacher. I go to my job all dressed up and prepared to distribute the learning, and I end up being schooled.
Letters make sounds. Numbers are used for counting. Can you feel yourself getting smarter? Look at me when I am teaching you something. Be kind to each other. Please push your chairs in. Your ring finger and pinky just go for a ride when you are writing. Cough into your arm so you don't get your hands germy. Say please and thank you. Go get a tissue instead of mining in your nose. We start all of our letters at the top. Dancing at the beginning of the school day helps us get our wiggles out.
It's not like I didn't know these things already. I have children of my own and was an at-home mom until a few years ago. I loved being home, and if truth be told, I would love to be in that position again, even though my kids are getting old now. But being in the classroom everyday, and loving other mothers' children, has been a blessing in my life. Especially with my kiddos. Yes, I am biased, but when was the last time a little boy writing the alphabet brought tears to your eyes? Or when did you last give a standing ovation to someone who counted to 100? It is special, in all of the double meaning that implies.
Now, the lesson I have learned most strongly. Positive change can happen. Just when you might think it is hopeless, that everything has been tried, to no avail, somehow a connection is made and the light bulb flickers, and all becomes right. In these moments I am not only thrilled for one of my students, but I have hope for myself. I can feel so stuck sometimes. Stuck in my own head, with my own problems. I can feel uninspired or unworthy. And then I have a moment with a student where a circuit is completed, and I am energized and ready to regain the optimism about myself that I know I felt once. These little ones are symbols. Types.
And each day I can be new again.