Will teaching make me a better person? This evening I noticed that I was more patient with my own children. I don’t seem to loose patience in the classroom, which seems like a bit of a miracle considering how easy it is to loose patience in my home. I was reflecting on moments in the last few months where I have had to remove myself from the room just to calm down, usually after a long day at my old job. I was mentally exhausted by work that I didn’t find all that meaningful, though I enjoyed working with my colleagues and believed in our mission. Perhaps meaningful work is the key.
I’ve been in my classroom for two days now, and I feel like I’m making a difference in those kids’ lives. I feel like they are beginning to get that there is one more person in the world that really cares about them. I feel if I make a smidgeon of headway in helping someone understand fractions or their digital footprint I’ve changed their lives forever. What a priviledge!
Perhaps spending my day doing that with young people reminds me that my own young ones are also precious, and deserve every bit of loving, patient care that I can give them. If that is the case I am grateful more than I can say. I can’t excuse my impatience in the past by blaming it on job stress, but it does help me understand the difference in my after-work attitude at home. I feel better, even though I am exhausted and a bit overwhelmed by the amount of work there is just to get ready to walk into a classroom. I hope this is a trend, and that it continues. Because I like myself just a little bit more at the end of the day, and that ain’t half bad.