I love my job. I love working with kids. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I’ve wanted to be a teacher since I was in 2nd grade. (Ironically enough I started my career in second grade.) They’ll also tell you that I’m dedicated and care about the kids I teach. I can’t even tell you how much time and money I put into making my kids happy. (And yes, I refer to them as “my kids” not as my students. Ask me how many kids I have and I’ll answer with the number in my class.)
It’s not always sunshine and roses though. There are those times when your heart breaks as you watch the things your students struggle with. There are the times that you wonder how they can smile through it all. As a teacher, you learn the good and the bad of every child and you love them regardless of it all.
I just want to say thank you to the teachers I had growing up and to the people who have chosen teaching as a career. It really is an important job.
This photo from today seemed fitting. The “ow” is actually for the word family. This was me bringing my love of crafting and writing into the classroom. (We wrote stories about brown cows to go with it. For more on those, click the cow.)

What do you remember most about the teachers you’ve had?