During my first year of teaching, I learned quickly my “area of expertise” wouldn’t be the only area I teach.
Nope, college professors don’t tell you about other subjects you cover.
Divorce. Death. Tampons. Abuse. Break-ups. Adoption. STDs. Foster Care. Broken hearts. Broken immune systems. Insecurities. Addictions. Evictions. Abandonment.
However, there is a safe place students arrive daily, a place of hope, a place of comfort, a place some consider home, your classroom.
Touchy-feel-good or true?
Maybe this two minutes will help you decide.
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As Mother’s Day approaches, I am reminded of those who help mother my own children and that makes me think of you.
You, the one barely keeping your head above the pile of papers determined to takeover your glorious view of summer vacation.
You, the one smiling on the surface, but spinning because of end of year testing.
You, the one who finds a way to teach formulas and fractions, handwriting and haiku, and always makes room for the other just as important subjects, the ones that have nothing to do with state standards.
Thank you.
Do you remember a teacher who mothered you at a time you needed it most? Tell, tell.
- Amy teaches Special Education and blogs at Amy L. Sullivan.
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