My fifth grade teacher, Ms. Davis, was an exceptionally kind person who cared deeply for all of her students. I remember one morning in particular when I walked into school late one day due to a morning appointment. I saw Ms. Davis rushing down the hall in my direction. “Hi, Ms. Davis!”, I greeted her. She looked up at me, slowed down, gave me a quick hug and said, “Hi, sweetie!” She then continued rushing down the hall. What I found out later in the day (when she was conspicuous by her absence) was that she had been rushing down the hall that morning because she had just found out her son had been in a terrible car accident and she was rushing to the hospital. She ran down the hall with that terrible knowledge but still took the time to give that shy fifth grader a smile and a hug. I will never forget her. This is dedicated to all of my friends and family members whose noble vocation in life is to be a teacher. You may not know it, but even the smallest things you do can change lives for the better.
Tales from the Mommy Trenches
The life of a former attorney turned SAHM
Thank God for teachers and their love, patients and true calling for this profession. I know some start out being very enthusiastic about teaching. But then they find out that it isn’t just about teaching but pleasing the bean counter with the high scores. They are given large classes and parents that don’t or can’t help their children with all the homework the school demands they complete. They lose some of that enthusiasm. I wish the bean counters could walk one day in their shoes. I know I could not and respect them greatly.