Monday, May 8, 2017
Today I am grateful for teachers. But not just teachers in the classroom, though they have the greatest responsibility and deserve the highest accolades because of their day-to-day contact with children. Kudos to them. I honestly don’t know how they do it.
But today I pay tribute to ALL teachers. Even the coach who is retired, but misses working with kids so he volunteers his time to build the strong bodies and minds of young ones. And the Sunday School teachers who instill empathy, sharing and all-encompassing love.
But also those who see the teachable moment within a family. Like the aunt who lays face-down in the grass with her niece or nephew and points out little creatures moving on the soil; or the grandma who marvels at the puffy animals in sky clouds; or the grandpa who spends hours putting blocks in the box and taking them out to teach the concept of “in” and “out”.
We start learning when we are very young and if we are lucky that process continues throughout our lives. We read books, we discuss important issues, we listen, we hear, we act. . .all of it vital to both our mental health and a well-rounded person and accountable society.
We need to pay teachers well. Respect them as much as you want to be respected in your chosen profession. Support them emotionally every day and physically whenever possible. Understand that they spend hours upon hours fretting over each and every one of your children. They care. They might not have answered your email instantly, but it’s not because they are sitting around peeling grapes and eating bon-bons. They are trying to keep their heads above water. For your off-spring.
Children are sponges who want to soak up knowledge. Even the ones you might think are more like rocks, still want to learn. If you’ve ever witnessed a child “get it” you know this is true. Look at the face of any kid who finally masters riding a bike!
I have been babysitting for my year-old granddaughter the last few days, so I’m throwing a bouquet out to preschool and daycare teachers especially. She is sleeping right now, which is the only reason on earth that I can write. I love her. It is great, just great having her here, so please don’t get me wrong.
I forgot what it was like to go to the bathroom while bouncing a fussy little one on your knee. And while I haven’t gotten to the gym or pool in four days, I’ve been bench pressing her. . .so imagine the guns I’ll have! And it was 4 p.m. the other day before I realized I hadn’t had lunch. Yes, me! Adorable little creatures do that to you.
But the best is teaching her. . .anything. Please honor teachers. You will not be sorry.