Sunday I spent the day with my two BFFs, Debbie and Maria. Our history is long. We met at school, and have remained close over twenty plus years.
You see, our job, our work, is a great profession. We are teachers. So is Paula, and her mom, and her mom before her. It just gets in your blood I suppose.
The apple is our symbol and no one has a bigger collection than my friend, Debbie.
Every room, even the bath, is a canvas for apples of every hue and medium, spread over a lifetime of collecting. She retired a few years ago but still finds time to volunteer to remain close to the children. They are the real reason we teach.
I’ve seen lots of changes over the years but some things never do. Like the light in a child’s eyes when he sees something wondrous; the smile when he finally understands; the wildly waving hand and high-pitched squeal of, “I know, I know”; or how his heart swells with pride from your words of praise. What a gift to share in this delightful world.
During this, Teacher Appreciation Week, I’m thankful for having had my share of these glorious moments that money can’t buy and time can never erase. It’s not the cards or gifts that I will remember but these precious children whose lives I was blessed to touch. What memories do you have of a special teacher? We'd love to hear about them!
If you are reading this post, thank a teacher!