Something happened today that made me feel that this work I do is not just a job. It is more of a blessing. It might be one of those, “you just had to be there moments,” but I feel so lucky that I AM there for so many.
I know that most grownups are capable of great kindness. But being with little kids (I teach seven and eight year olds) allows me to see a pureness of human spirit that one doesn’t often see in the adult world.
That is not to say that every single day goes great. There are plenty of days that are ordinary and a few that are hard. If I am to be honest here, many of those not-so-good-days are probably my fault. Maybe I haven’t planned well. Or maybe my plans are great but I become unwilling to do what is more important because I stubbornly stick with my plans. There are times, just like anybody, that I wake up on the wrong side of the bed or I am stressed about something totally apart from school and children. Maybe I get crabby or I take something personally.
Like I said, maybe you had to be there. But it was one of those moments I was taken by the generous, sweet spirit of this big old extended family. Not surprised exactly, but grateful.