I love teaching kids. I know it's what I was created to do. I cannot describe the feeling I get interacting with young kids as they explore and discover.
But it's not all fun. It's work. Sometimes when things just don't seem to click...when the same things keep happening no matter what you are doing and changing...when the teaching time is over and you don't really see that anything was accomplished...in those times, I can wonder if it's worth all the effort.
This week I was reminded that it's all worth it. I came into the classroom after things were humming along. (Cindy was in there so it was okay!) I began to walk around the room, to see what was happening and how things were running. I spoke to some girls at the writing table and moved on to the art table to see how our messy art was doing. (More on that later this week.)
I felt a tap on my leg. One of the girls from the art table was standing there. "I brought you this," she said and handed me a piece of paper.
I was so touched by the thoughtfulness. She had done it at home and brought it for me. (I saw one she made for Cindy, too.) I wasn't even having a difficult day and this immediately brought me a lift.
I can't help but smile each time I see it. I found a small frame and put this in it. It now sits where I can see it every day. Even on those days when I'm not sure I'm gaining headway. Even on those days when life seems out of control and beyond my impact. Even on those days when I'm not sure what I need to do...about anything. I can be reminded.
It's all worth it.