The first week back after a long holiday break is exhausting. Friday night I’m finding the same problems I’ve found for years anew. Teaching is a humbling career. I know I’ll never master the work. Still (and perhaps because of this), I’m glad I get to be here.
Inspired by Linda Baie’s post, my list poem celebrates moments spent in a messy, filled-to-the-brim classroom.
A list of goodness
- Smiling good mornings
- Hugging missed friends
- Returning to routines
- Opening a new (crack) book
- Deafening quiet of reading
- Caring arm around a grieving grandson
- Watching rain sheet down
- Disagreeing turn to debating
- High-fiving hard-won success
- Breaking-cloud sun
- Running (finally) on the playground
- Making sure he’s okay
- Discovering because of classmate’s idea
- Forgiving an unintended hurt
- Accepting it will never be done
- Tending to what matters most right now
Join in and celebrate the week with Ruth Ayers on her blog Discover, Play, Build.
To Read To Write To Be 