As I rode LuLu the other morning I realized the
school buses weren’t running. Once you don’t have any children in school you
lose track of when school starts and when school ends. However, I do have two
sons who are teachers and another son who teaches and performs in school retreats,
so the school calendar is still part of our family life.
The other day I asked one of my sons if he liked
what he was doing. He answered,
“No. I love what I’m doing!”
Wow! Great answer. Isn’t it good to know that there
are teachers teaching your children, who love what they’re doing? When school
rolls around in the fall, teachers will begin preparing themselves to go back
into the classroom after a summer’s break. They’ll start getting butterflies in their stomachs,
sharpening their pencils, decorating their rooms, making lesson plans and some
of them will even begin praying for the children that will soon walk through
their classroom doors.
One of the greatest counter balances to the horror
that has besieged our schools are teachers who love what they’re doing. Who
knew how dangerous teaching would become? Who could have ever imagined that a teacher’s role would
one day include shielding a child with their own body against a crazed assassin?
Teachers are priceless and in my opinion way underpaid.
I’m proud of my sons and what they do and how they
do it. If someone like them is
waiting for your child at the start of the next school year, dance a jig and
say a prayer of thanksgiving. Teachers
who love to teach ignite imaginations, nurture creativity, and educate a
nation.
As I pedaled LuLu, I thought about those big
yellow buses and their precious cargo. Blessed is a child who has a teacher who
loves to teach.
Later,
deb
2 comments:
Mom, you deserve to see a whole school bus load of Scottish men in kilts on one of your lulu adventures.
Thanks Matty. I wonder what your dad would think of that?
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