Life would be easier if I chose a profession that gave me answers, rather than endless questions. Life would be easier if my work friends didn't have to ask my permission to go to the bathroom. But for some inexplicable reason, every fiber of my being is called to be in this classroom with these kids.
When your child is on stage, she's looking out at the audience and there is only one thing in the world that she wants at that moment, which is to make eye contact with you. She wants to see you, to catch your eye, to know that you see her. She wants to see you and smile at you and blush when you smile back.
Please know that both legally and ethically, there are times when I want to say something or agree with you but cannot for a multitude of reasons, usually pertaining to the privacy of another student. I will miss your child for the rest of my life, even if your child was incredibly difficult and made my days long and exhausting.
As I approach my final week as a member of the inactive reserve, and my third year of teaching fifth grade, I find myself reflecting back on what my job was like in the service to what it's like now in education. While the daily responsibilities of the jobs differ drastically, the principles, beliefs and attitudes are curiously similar.