I love my job. I don't usually refer to it as work, I refer to it as school. I love it. I love jsut about everything about it. The best thing in the world about my job is knowing I made a difference in a child's life.
The other day there was an envelope for me with a (big) kid's handwriting on it. I couldn't wait to see who it was from. At the end of every year I give the students my home address so we can be penpals all summer long. There are a few kids who have carefully saved my address and continue to write here are there for several years. This is one of them.
This student who I'll call CC was a fave of mine. Her mom and dad got divorced the summer before CC was in my class. She had an older brother. I really liked the mom. She was a good mom trying really really hard to give her kids the best. I remember her telling me at a conference that she was saving to buy a house.
I opened the letter from CC and was so excited to see her high school handwriting. She's in 9th grade. She told me all about her classes and high school and the 'amazing experinces' she's had this year. Then she says, "And as fun as high school has been, I still miss being in your 2nd grader at L----. I have many great memories of that year, and just the other day I was reading my dinosaur book I wrote in your class. I can still hear you explaining to me why it was worth it to add all of the details I had planned, although it required writing an entire extra 2 full pages. I loved being in your class!"
Wow. That says it all. I wonder why everyone isn't a teacher since it is clearly the most awesome job ever!!
Then CC tells me they moved in a HOUSE not long ago and her mom let her pick out the colors for each room and they painted together.
I think I will have to laminate this letter.
I will write back to CC and hopefully make her feel as special as she made me feel.
I love my job.