I don't often write about emotional things on my blog, but today I'm feeling emotional. Often, John Spencer's posts remind me of how I feel.
Teaching is personal. One he posted today reminded me of that yet again.
I've cried
two times within the past 24 hours in my classroom. One experience involved parents and another students. I was talking to
Russ (the best husband in the world) about this last night, and he made a good analogy. Sometimes we as teachers are treated like customer service representatives (ya know, the people you call on the phone when your internet is down...we all love them so much...*sarcasm*). We hear snippets from parents and kids. We hear the
negatives, often in quick spouts of
anger or
complaining.
Many parents and most students don't truly understand the
passion,
effort, and
care we put into our craft. They
cut us down because we made an error; they comment about how
boring things are; they comment
negatively on how or what we teach. It's rare that we hear
how great we're doing. It's rare to hear
appreciation for the
passion,
effort, and
care we put into planning and facilitating the learning in our spaces. Just like customer service reps rarely hear that a product is awesome and meets or exceeds expectations.
Teaching is personal. We are
blessed with the few outside our profession that notice this. I had an brushing with one of those today.
"Hey, Mrs. Goerend, I saw you crying in the principal's office yesterday. Are you ok?" - student
"I am. Thanks for asking." - me
It was a simple exchange but meant more than this student could know.
So I have a request for you. If you are a parent to a school-aged child, contact your child's teacher(s) to share your positive "customer service experiences."
Teaching is personal to them, too, and I know they will
appreciate you
noticing.