Sometimes in life I find myself distracted. Lost in work, drowning in the regulations set by people who have know idea what it is like to be in a room with 28 twelve year olds. Treading water to make a curriculum accessible to every type of learner. Listening to the loudest critics tell you that after six years of education you don't know how to teach their children, why did my son or daughter get in trouble....what you don't teach cursive?
It has consumed me...chewed me up, crushed my light, and spit me out.
After donating 12-14 hours daily to my profession, I'm changing my perspective.
I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a daughter of God. I am most happy when this is my perspective FIRST! I am a teacher, and I work hard, and will not stop, but I am not longer going to let it crush my light, I will do my best to ignore my loudest critics, but this is not what defines who I am.