~someone named Ellen~
Someone named Ellen is praying for me.
I found her note in my mailbox at the end of school today and considered it a sign from God above to just keep trying, even during the days when being a teacher is sometimes not so easy. I read her sweet words and they literally took my breath away. I was glad no one had seen me open it because tears began to well up in my eyes. After I read it, I swallowed hard and quickly put it into my purse as I started out the door for home 90 minutes after the last bell rang for the kids.
Ellen doesn't know me, well at least not really in person. I'm going to guess though that she has a pretty good idea of what it takes these days to be a teacher. I'm going to bet that she knows how much time teachers put into the school day and that for many of us it begins in the darkness of the early morning as we unlock the doors to our classrooms and it ends way after school is out. Her words of encouragement brightened up my countenance and gave my very tired spirit a much needed lift. What a wonderful thing it is to know that another person has faith in you when at times you lose that very same faith in yourself.
I spend a great deal of the time as I drive to school each morning praying for my kids at school and hoping for them all to have a great day. I pray for strength for myself to do the job that I have been assigned and not make too many mistakes along the way. I pray for people to give me a second and even a third chance when I fall short of where should I be. And the strange thing is this....
I pray to wake up the next morning to do it all over again.
There is much stress put upon all of us in the field of education. Everyone feels it from the superintendent and other administration officials on down the line to the teachers and support staff. There is so much to do and so very little time available to do it in. Today I paused a moment in my classroom and I lowered my teacher's voice to a much softer tone. I looked at those kids and told them something they will hear from me often, but I'm sorry to say that I haven't told them near enough since that first day of school.
And that's enough for me.
Ellen will never know how much her message of hope meant to me this day. If you know who she is, would you please tell her for me?
I found her note in my mailbox at the end of school today and considered it a sign from God above to just keep trying, even during the days when being a teacher is sometimes not so easy. I read her sweet words and they literally took my breath away. I was glad no one had seen me open it because tears began to well up in my eyes. After I read it, I swallowed hard and quickly put it into my purse as I started out the door for home 90 minutes after the last bell rang for the kids.
Ellen doesn't know me, well at least not really in person. I'm going to guess though that she has a pretty good idea of what it takes these days to be a teacher. I'm going to bet that she knows how much time teachers put into the school day and that for many of us it begins in the darkness of the early morning as we unlock the doors to our classrooms and it ends way after school is out. Her words of encouragement brightened up my countenance and gave my very tired spirit a much needed lift. What a wonderful thing it is to know that another person has faith in you when at times you lose that very same faith in yourself.
I spend a great deal of the time as I drive to school each morning praying for my kids at school and hoping for them all to have a great day. I pray for strength for myself to do the job that I have been assigned and not make too many mistakes along the way. I pray for people to give me a second and even a third chance when I fall short of where should I be. And the strange thing is this....
I pray to wake up the next morning to do it all over again.
There is much stress put upon all of us in the field of education. Everyone feels it from the superintendent and other administration officials on down the line to the teachers and support staff. There is so much to do and so very little time available to do it in. Today I paused a moment in my classroom and I lowered my teacher's voice to a much softer tone. I looked at those kids and told them something they will hear from me often, but I'm sorry to say that I haven't told them near enough since that first day of school.
"I don't think I have told you all lately, but I wouldn't trade you guys for any other class in the world."Someone named Ellen is praying for me tonight.
And that's enough for me.
Ellen will never know how much her message of hope meant to me this day. If you know who she is, would you please tell her for me?
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