Being a teacher is a 24 hour a day, muti-sensorial, multi- tasking, energy draining, emotionally charged, occupation. It has it's ups and downs. Everyday is different, never boring. One day you may want to run away screaming, with your head down. The next day you feel like you are floating home with wings, a halo, and a heart full of satisfaction and love. The thing about it is, there is always a reward in your day. You just have to be open to how small that gift may be. Be aware of the little triumphs. You never know how the children that you teach will take that small gift and use it for their own benefit. You may never know.
Until one day. One day when you realize, you did make a difference. You did help, one smile, one heart, one soul.
Sometimes, I use this blog as a way to remember the year. I look back on it when I feel like the year is a blur and I didn't do anything significant. I look back to see the faces of some of the friends I have not seen in a while that may have moved to another school. I use it to share the great things we do in our schools. I use it to share the love and the ideas with others.
Art is in everything we do. As an art teacher it is my job to inspire creativity, but that can not be done until the children feel love.
Love is an art.
This week we stopped to make pies. Just one class, not everyone. It was just to breathe and be present with each other. No agenda, just.. "Hey, here's the ingredients that we might need, look up some recipes, work together and see what happens.
My favorite question,"Ms. Heather, why you doing this for us?"
I said, "Because, I wanted to."
This was my reward this week.
