Its finally here! I think Labor day in the US is aptly named.Oregon public schools,most of them,reopen the day after labor day and I am sure most moms feel like they've delivered a kid on the first Tuesday of September-year in and year out.Summer is almost like incubation-working moms especially break their heads about how to keep their kids occupied with camps and activities and things that would not require them to take time off work. Moms at home have the same problem!! They all worry that the kids will regress over summer,then there is the worry that they don't eat well, don't sleep on time, watch too much TV, the list goes on.Kinda like moms-to-be worrying about their kid.
And then school reopens-the kid is out-out of the house-no longer your sole responsibility. You have help in their rearing. You have caretakers who help you in this laborious process and I am sure there is a stage equivalent to post part depression that moms go through too. The empty house,silent and hollow in its calm. But of course moms recover...I am looking forward to going back to Tai Chi , not worrying about what's for lunch everyday and having the house to myself for a few hours.
But then I think about school...that hallowed place of learning that opens it's doors to all. And of the teachers who welcome our children with open arms,eager to teach, enthusiastic supporters of the promise of the future generation. But the effort that it requires! The patience,the persistence,the perseverance.
Both my parents were teachers and I have seen the behind the scenes effort that makes teaching look effortless. The preparation for classes,the paper correction...the emotional investment in one's students,the worry about their performance ,the pride in their success,the sorrow at their failures...
Choosing to become a teacher is itself a huge deal. You literally hold the future in your hand...you shape the world...it's inhabitants. And to decide that you are up for it takes strength and confidence.
And once you enter a classroom,to be open to whatever comes your way, consider every kid the same, to be fair, just, impartial and kind.
To impart knowledge to all before you ,to ensure your audience walk out of your class a tad bit more educated than when they walked in.
Whatever you teach, there is always this human element to it. I remember us girls ogling at what our teachers wore to school. I remember us becoming fans of our really young teachers and following them around all starry eyed,it wasn't just their teaching skills that caught our eye. It was them as people..we aspired to be them.
So put that added onus on teachers. To be good role models. So next to our parents, we see teachers as role models and where we end up in life is to a great degree influenced by our teachers.
We celebrate teachers day in India on the 5th is September and I look at the profusion of love and appreciation and gratitude across social media and it strikes me- the most gratifying occupation in the world, while being the most strenuous and nerve wracking, has to be that of a teacher.
So, all my gratitude to all my teachers . I am who I am, because you were there with me,guiding me,imparting knowledge, encouraging me to aspire to better things, supporting me through my rough patches,and sharing my joy at my successes,
and comforting me when I failed.
So here's to the most noble profession in the world, where would we all be without our teachers!
And then school reopens-the kid is out-out of the house-no longer your sole responsibility. You have help in their rearing. You have caretakers who help you in this laborious process and I am sure there is a stage equivalent to post part depression that moms go through too. The empty house,silent and hollow in its calm. But of course moms recover...I am looking forward to going back to Tai Chi , not worrying about what's for lunch everyday and having the house to myself for a few hours.
But then I think about school...that hallowed place of learning that opens it's doors to all. And of the teachers who welcome our children with open arms,eager to teach, enthusiastic supporters of the promise of the future generation. But the effort that it requires! The patience,the persistence,the perseverance.
Both my parents were teachers and I have seen the behind the scenes effort that makes teaching look effortless. The preparation for classes,the paper correction...the emotional investment in one's students,the worry about their performance ,the pride in their success,the sorrow at their failures...
Choosing to become a teacher is itself a huge deal. You literally hold the future in your hand...you shape the world...it's inhabitants. And to decide that you are up for it takes strength and confidence.
And once you enter a classroom,to be open to whatever comes your way, consider every kid the same, to be fair, just, impartial and kind.
To impart knowledge to all before you ,to ensure your audience walk out of your class a tad bit more educated than when they walked in.
Whatever you teach, there is always this human element to it. I remember us girls ogling at what our teachers wore to school. I remember us becoming fans of our really young teachers and following them around all starry eyed,it wasn't just their teaching skills that caught our eye. It was them as people..we aspired to be them.
So put that added onus on teachers. To be good role models. So next to our parents, we see teachers as role models and where we end up in life is to a great degree influenced by our teachers.
We celebrate teachers day in India on the 5th is September and I look at the profusion of love and appreciation and gratitude across social media and it strikes me- the most gratifying occupation in the world, while being the most strenuous and nerve wracking, has to be that of a teacher.
So, all my gratitude to all my teachers . I am who I am, because you were there with me,guiding me,imparting knowledge, encouraging me to aspire to better things, supporting me through my rough patches,and sharing my joy at my successes,
and comforting me when I failed.
So here's to the most noble profession in the world, where would we all be without our teachers!
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