Teaching is hard. You're doing a wonderful job.
As a teacher it is easy to see your role as leader, instructor, enforcer. It’s easy to catch the few kids who screw around and disrespect learning time. It can feel like you’ve done nothing but babysit, done nothing but report cards, grading, shuffle kids to and from classes all day. It is hard to remember the small moments that truly affect your students. When a student makes a mistake and you tell them you appreciate their effort and lead them in the right direction, when a child turns in an assignment they clearly gave no effort in and with one raise of the eyebrow they smile, return to their seat, and try again. The trust they have in you that you know them, care for them, and won’t accept less than their best. This is what we must remember. It takes focus to see that the expectations you have set for them are slowly raising the expectations they set for themselves. Even on your worst days, they see that you show up. They see that you are there for them, even if you put on a movie, do some paperwork, and chuckle along at your favorite parts. You are a part of their lives. You do your best. You have your days, weeks, semesters, where you feel like you’re not cut out for this. What gives you the authority to be in charge of such an important part of these children’s lives? It’s that you go home and can’t help but think of them. You can’t help but question your worthiness. That. That is what gives you the authority. You are full of love, even when you can’t feel it. Your questioning and reflection, your self-doubt and worry is because you know the importance of your role in this child’s life. You are not just their teacher, you are an adult in their life that shows up just for them. That is worth every effort.
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