I got an email the other day. That email contained my biggest nemesis: a compliment. Not just a little compliment, a big, huge, super meaningful compliment. It hit closer to home than any compliment I've ever gotten. Especially since it came from an eight-year old.
Yes, I teach kids to do all of the above. But I teach the KIDS. It's up to them to learn the subjects. My goal is to inspire them to want to do so. My goal is to motivate them to ask questions about math, about reading, and about writing. I want them to take their learning into their hands. Yes, I am the teacher, but I can't learn for my students.
Instead, I find myself learning from them. And from this little one? I learned that somehow, among all the chaos in my life at the moment, I'm doing something right. I learned that even when I don't want to get out of bed, much less get dressed and leave the house, once I'm in my classroom, the teacher comes out and good things happen. Things that make an eight year old say "My teacher makes me feel confident in myself. She gets me."
I just wish I knew what it was that I do......