For the first time in a long time I reached for my pens. Those fountain things that make my handwriting really me. I found ink but no pen; you know I’ll be buying new ones tomorrow, so I grabbed a mechanical pencil discovering one had lost its eraser and lead covered the bottom of the suede case from undergrad days, worn but still intact. Anyway, I’ll get to that and this’ll do.
Write a note to myself the instructor of the child development session had requested – firmly. She’ll be back in two weeks to discuss. Find something in the handouts and I did; the first thing in fact.
What can I do to prevent burnout? Do it now, not later. OK.
Let me say this is the best teaching job I’ve ever had and I’ve had a few. There’s a slight chance here, a slight possibility I’ll make a difference. I’ll take it!
I examine myself every day and always look for a better way. It’s who I am.
Am I perfect? No way in hell. I make mistakes with a flair yet these kids know better which sometimes makes it tough. They know my flaw. I’ve fallen in love again with each and every one down to the babies. Barely reaching five they’re all babies, but down to the infants. All possess that knowing look. How do they do that so young?
Fresh from God it’s wisdom I used to have. I need to remember, to get that back to return, to give right back to them.