In January, I jumped at the chance to teach drama to first through third graders at my childrens elementary school. I have directed three children's plays including one musical, Annie Jr., and had a blast. But, this is different. I'm not having a blast. Thank heavens it's only once a week. Friday. How I've grown to hate Fridays.
The frustrating thing is, I love these kids. Every little face is precious and innocent and I want desperately to make a difference in their lives. Instead, they are making a difference in mine. Since I was in sixth grade I've wanted to teach. Not any more. It scares me to death now.
How is it that I can totally adore and love these kids and at the same time never want to go back. Sad.
One thing I've learned, teachers are the most undervalued professionals in the world. I no longer get upset if my kids come home and say that a teacher yelled at them. I don't agree with teachers yelling at children. I truly believe there is a better way. But, now that I've walked a mile in their moccasins, I will cut them some slack.
February 12, 2011
As our house burned, I could actually hear our memories
