A visiting educator stopped by my classroom today. He walked around, looked at charts. He talked to my students; asked some pointed questions. And then he said, “After all these years, you still love teaching.”
At that moment, we were simply doing what we do, but what he said threw me. He named how I felt. And apparently, at the moment, it was evident.
That is not to say there aren’t painful times.
Times that I go home questioning myself, upset about something that did not go well. Times when my next step is unclear. Times when something crops up that I can not control or figure out stops learning cold. Times when the stumbling blocks of learning keep me from sleep. These times describe a large part of teaching. Even so, the puzzle and the possibility keep me coming back to the classroom, And every day, I’m met by students.
Being able to step into what is hard about learning and figure it out with students is a great gift. Yes, after all these years, I still love it.