When I am introduced as a teacher, I generally hear a very flat, “Oh.” I have never been certain whether that is an expression of sympathy, pity, or disinterest. Always I wish I had time to explain to them like this. YES! I’m a teacher and I love my job!
Where else would a handsome and very young man put his arms around me and ask, “Do you know I love you?”
Where else could my limited wardrobe be complimented or have someone say, “you sing pretty.”
Where else could I eat a soiled cookie from a grimy little hand not become ill?
Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling loose teeth and receive the promise
that I may pull them when they are loose enough?
Where else could I guide a chubby little hand that some day may write a book or
important document?
Where else could I get to play outside, laugh, sing, and read and get paid for it?
Where else could I forget my own aches and pains because of so many scratched knees, bumped heads, and broken hearts that need care?
Where else could I forget about taxes and our country’s political problems because
Josh isn’t adjusting as he should and Margo needs help with her Math?
Where else could my mind stay so young as with a group whose attention span is so
short that I must always keep a bag of tricks up my sleeve?
Where else could I feel so close to my Maker because of something that I have done to
help one of His little children learn and grow?
Yes, I am a teacher and I LOVE my job!
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Where else would a handsome and very young man put his arms around me and ask, “Do you know I love you?”
Where else could my limited wardrobe be complimented or have someone say, “you sing pretty.”
Where else could I eat a soiled cookie from a grimy little hand not become ill?
Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling loose teeth and receive the promise
that I may pull them when they are loose enough?
Where else could I guide a chubby little hand that some day may write a book or
important document?
Where else could I get to play outside, laugh, sing, and read and get paid for it?
Where else could I forget my own aches and pains because of so many scratched knees, bumped heads, and broken hearts that need care?
Where else could I forget about taxes and our country’s political problems because
Josh isn’t adjusting as he should and Margo needs help with her Math?
Where else could my mind stay so young as with a group whose attention span is so
short that I must always keep a bag of tricks up my sleeve?
Where else could I feel so close to my Maker because of something that I have done to
help one of His little children learn and grow?
Yes, I am a teacher and I LOVE my job!
Source: UNKNOWN