If I ever question the fact that everyone has a calling and not everyone is meant to do certain things — I look at teachers. I have known a lot of people in my lifetime that would have made terrible teachers, myself included. Teachers are different in so many ways, and that they choose to follow the calling they feel to teach children? I’ve always admired that about teachers.
But here’s the thing, you can only admire someone for so long before you start feeling insecure about all the things they are better at than you.
Whenever I meet a new teacher I instantly feel like I’m the one in elementary school again. “Do they like me? I wonder if they think I’m doing a good job?” I start seeking their approval, and I’m not even the student. I can still remember the teachers I loved the most, and I remember them fondly. Generations of kids have been made better by teachers and they continue on, doing what they do with very little pay and perhaps very little thanks. If I ever thought motherhood was thankless, times it by 20-30 kids and parents a year, every year for three decades.
Suddenly my gig keeping two kids alive for 18 years doesn’t seem so bad.
In honor of World Teacher’s Day this Saturday and with all the appreciation I have for teachers, I thought I’d share a few of the ways their greatness leaves me feeling inadequate as a human being:
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