Everyday spent in this classroom is the turning of another page. It is impossible to say how good teaching makes me feel. I love inspiring kids, particularly, MY kids, classroom 7, because I think they’re the best.
And I’ve learned, teachers need recess too. And by recess I mean we need to play jump-rope more often. Yesterday during second recess I was about to take a trip down the hall to the lounge to put my feet up, but as I passed the playground I realized that I could no longer remember the joy of double dutch. There is a reason why kids laugh and play at reccess.. it’s because they’re having fun. And yesterday, as Ally and Mitchell turned the ropes for me, and I jumped in the middle and tried my darndest to keep up, I felt a free release unlike any other.
As it typically goes with mission trips, how the missionary feels, in the end, far more blessed than the missioned, it is the same with the teacher and the taught. I simply do not deserve to be here. I am blessed beyond comparison, learning things from 5th graders that add to my life a depth of understanding I never thought I’d grasp…
As adults, children teach us to be more literal (somehow we’ve unraveled the ability within ourselves throughout the years). We learn from young ones, the way I did this week, that truths like Matthew 17:20 are much more powerful when they’re taken literally.
Thank you God for recall, reflection and learning from the unexpected experts of our time.
